We stood there at the bus stop like we were standing at the edge of the world.
Ready for our call to battle in the square of no man’s land on this arbitrary road.
Each with a number – a place to go.
Readying ourselves to be shuttled into the rest of our lives.
We stood there at the bus stop like we were standing at the edge of the world,
It started raining, we sheltered under the canopy of plastic and prayed
A child, a small boy, was crying in his mother’s arms. He’s afraid.
Aren’t we all.

We stood there at the bus stop like we were at the edge of the world –
The rain left a glisten on the pavement, my bus pulled up and I got on.