Mumford Terminal, 7am

Half asleep, I glance around
Gently, because it's early.
Trying not to catch the eyes
Of the also sleepy strangers
But what if...
The border of my vision
Meets the margins of yours
To see yesterdays problems
Hanging on by our eyebrows
Which we can't just blink away
The way we do the time spent
Waiting for these busses
And while we're on that verge
Perhaps we'll peek together
Over each eyelid's edge
To find all our dreams
Asking too much of us
To be carried all day
So we let ourselves forget
For now, and if we wanted
While we have a moment, waiting
Even if only with our eyes
We could give each other a smile...
But maybe not this morning
Since my bus is here
And it's too early
For that kind of thing
Anyway...