On The Long Bus Ride Home

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We wear our stuck-ness

Each of us stuck and free

Each in our own way

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On the road: traffic

In our veins: cholesterol

In our heads: daydreams

Clutter, clutter, everywhere

Our souls long for breathing space

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A long bus ride home

Twenty strangers ignore me

And I ignore them

Yet, I mark them in writing

And take them into my book

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Almost had a ride

I write alone on the bus

A haiku is birthed

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"Damn this traffic jam,"

James Taylor sang in his song

And I disagree

Traffic's a chance to let go

A lesson in acceptance

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FROM DAVID FOSTER WALLACE

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"How's the water, boys?"

One big fish asks the young ones

Reply: "What's water?"

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G-d does not get stuck

To feel and be un-stuck

Is to be like G-d

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Sometimes , like Hagar,

The well is right before us

We just don't see it

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We're in the middle

In the middle of a bridge

It's where humans live