Aura 8 Poem by RIC BASTASA

i first arrive in the bus
and then she
next to me
and we never had a chance to
talk on that long trip

did she not know that she
slept on my chest
and that i did not close
my eyes
throughout the night?

the following morning
she woke up
refreshed and she did not
even bother
asking my name

when she left the bus
in that next town
it seemed that nothing happened
and i presumed too
that some things happened
for no reason at all
and even without any
significance or meaning or
thought.