©Maureen Jennings 2017
I AM THE BOY ON THE BUS. (March 23, 2017)
I am the boy on the bus
Who begged his mother to sit on the upper level
So he could see the river.
He says, Thames as if the t-h is pronounced hard
I am the girl skipping beside her tall father
Who is in a hurry.
I am the man on the bike
Who is thinking of his dinner.
I am the woman in the ward
Wincing as she turns over,
Wondering why the sirens are screaming
In the street below her window.
I am the postman on his rounds
Who is delivering a parcel to an empty house.
I am the people on the bridge.