On public transport I delight
In watching passengers hold tight
As the «wattman», eyes on road
Tries to cope with swerving load.
The traffic's constant; every day
Canny motorists find a way
To cross oncoming lanes at speed;
The Belgians are a special breed!
While those of us inside the bus
Are not inclined to make a fuss
Just keen to get from A to B
In calm and equanimity.
So often, though, the journey's fraught
Brakes are jammed on, nerves are taut
Standing commuters lose their grip
And onto laps of others slip!
Why get annoyed? It's force majeure
But dramatic meetings can occur
These encounters of a close kind mean
A chance to talk – a brand new scene!
They take it mostly in good part
They're not driving – that's a start
But as I watch events unfold
I muse; what stories could be told!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014