getting on the bus
old legs hurting with each step
then the driver smiled
Transportation is about physical connection: roads and bridges, concrete and steel, speed and distance, money and tools, flattening and building, expertise and power, and vehicles that for the most part might as well be empty..
While mobility is about another kind of connection. People. The inside world of transportation. Each time an entirely personal experience. Each person, each time very different.
What about this? To invent and invite here occasional very short poems or “fleeting reflections”, each setting out to capture a momentary experience the many and different of us may live or observe in one nano-second in our largely hidden personal world of mobility.
The above I observed just this morning when an elderly lady directly before me in the queue made her way with some difficulty up the steps of the bus.
And oh yes, she smiled back.
* On Haiku and slams; http://wp.me/psKUY-2Mv