Destination Unknown Poem by Mark Heathcote

Destination unknown, seated in a glass bus shelter,
where opposites amalgamate and become whole,
merging one into another like sister and brother;
bumper to bumper,
cars reflected together collide without collision
in a dreamlike structure; superimposed,
I observe myself waiting for what will come,
what is happening now,
and what has already been and long ago gone.
Like a relationship with my remaining living sister.
Or, like, once again holding hands with my dearly departed daughter.