following that bus

little lives unknown
tumble effortlessly from the tax funded bus
used for the transport of mini humans
to and from their first means of public education.

and i alone watch the lives
so meaningless to myself
reenact their day in the jettison of bodies
from the big yellow worm.

some stand tall and run up the drive way
eager to explain about a new found friend
or a perfect spelling test.

some struggle with book bags
impregnated with homework
looking as if they just woke
from their afternoon nap.

one small child
wearing tiny glasses
drops papers as he runs
all the way to the waiting arms
of his mother.

and i know
that a future awaits them
a future that is created for them alone.

and each one
i realize
will lead different lives
just as they tumbled
from the gas guzzling bumble bee
in different ways,
with different expectations,
and different fears...

this, my friend, is the future of now.