while waiting In the bus

inside the bus
we are all strangers

bound for the same
direction but will be spit
out in different
stations

sometimes we share
stories but
most of them here
have their mouths
shut

there is an old woman
carrying a pack of clothes
unable to hold her sorrow
she speaks about
the house that she just left

i see eyes looking
outside the window of the bus
by all means
everyone is disinterested

finally the bus is full
and ready to go
the engine begins to start

on open windows the air
keeps cooling the cheeks of
those who have impatiently
waited

the bus starts to run away
from this chaotic city
and these hearts all weary
are feeling such indescribable
relief.