In Mid-Journey
Running for the bus.
Sink into the seat
the only one open
Next to you
crammed down tight
between seat and window
A bouquet of roses
Wrapped in rustling white paper.
1/10/23
Written at Montco. Here you see the bell tower, College Hall, and the upper floor of the library.
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
A bit of magic.
Yes, I like the idea that in any situation, what someone has discarded or does not value or want, it can be completely the opposite to another person, and mean everything. So that is why it is important to always be honest (as kindly as possible and sometime of course that is not possible) in how we behave and even think, Because little things really do matter in ways we don’t always know. That is what I think.
It seems like finding beauty in the mundane, but you’re right, we don’t know why the roses were discarded–or even if it intentional or accidental.
You know I do love unanswered questions! And filling in the blank spaces myself. I like to think of the possibilities rather than the answers.
🙂
Poetry from the library!
Next time you go think about this and I bet you will find yourself making connections and next thing you know…poetry!
I cannot wait to return to the library someday, I might be filled with poetry inspiration at that point 🙂
So much between the lines…(K)
Those unanswered questions of life again intrigue me.
Always.