Bus/zen

40 minutes
(practicing) meditation.
To travel ten by car
I couldn't then practice
Buszen.

the sour seat smell
grooved in by ten
thousand bodies -
get past that.

the broken drift of conversation,
one-sided cell calls.
latch on to the sound -
let go.

The mind wanders
focuses
moves again to watching
who boards
who disembarks.

Diverge:
Read the poetry,
feel the wheels,
join hot humans standing

Converge:
Breathe,
Listen.

Don't waste your time
waiting for the bus
be the bus
driving to buszen.