Thursday, 4 October 2012

Bus stop


Yesterday, I crouched in a corner while rain angled in, deafened by the white mix of surf, spray and gale. I was an inky stick person in the grey deluge, waving at the red roar of the hissing steaming bus coming closer, closer, hoping it would see me and grind to a halt at the stop.

Today, the sun slants in, scoops into the dents and pock marks of patched-up wood, brightens the city runes of coin-scratched graffiti on plexiglass panes. The sort of day when I don't mind waiting.

It's National poetry day today. Here's the link to the website.

Despite thinking I might have to squeeze hard to find some writing time in a busy day today, looks like the bus shelter has sparked me off already!