I waited for a bus that never came and realized that waiting for nothing doesn’t really matter
When it takes two hours to get four miles (due to our major snow problem), you start asking questions. Like, is this for real? And does it even matter?
What is time, anyway?
I had somewhere to be, but once that time passed and it became clear I wouldn’t make it, time’s relevance shifted. Waiting became just waiting. What is waiting when you have nowhere you need to be? It goes from everything to not much, pretty quickly.
I missed the bus: a haiku
What is this waiting
When there’s nothing to wait for