Waiting for Jesus

i wear all black

you wear all white

we are nought but strangers

united by only a common need

public transportation.

you proudly announce

you spread love and joy

but it is in fact mostly discrimination

I always try to spread

calm and knowledge

but when necessary.. some radicalisation.

you lurch further toward me

with such need in your eyes

a freshly appointed preacher-like fascination

there is something that you are seeking

inside you is an itch

that makes you approach complete strangers

and then start speaking.

I must have seemed

quite approachable

in my youth and uncertainty

about the world around me

and you began to

audibly thank the lord that you’ve found me.

I wonder for a second

if perhaps you are still seeking bus times