I thought I knew this man,
I saw him on a city bus,
One row betwixt the two of us,
Hat pulled down; distinctive frown,
No want of talk or need to fuss,
And I began to plan.
What words should I relate?
I dare not rush this man to speech!
Uncurteous, push him out of reach!
Observe him? Or would that unnerve him?
Caution has a lot to teach.
And still I hesitate.
I raise my eyes to look.
Gaze meeting gaze creates a sense,
My throat constricts; my feelings tense!
A smile I make, hoping to break,
This wall, this so-called social fence!
He slowly lowers his book.
'G'day sir! ' spoke my mouth and grinning face,
'None of your time do I have care to waste!
Yet still, my thoughts I'd like to share,
If you have ears to hear and time to spare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem