The bus is leaving in twenty minutes
If I don’t walk any faster I will miss it
And missing is losing and losing isn’t winning
and i need to win today.
My thoughts are strict and orderly,
like stacks of paper in a filing
cabinet (that i’ll have to sort through after lunch)
neatly accessible with the simple command: keep going.
turn left here. stop at this light. two blocks more.
Other fantasies of the day
weave themselves in
to entertain me
but then something else
puts my endeavors to a halt
at this cross walk.
I hear the beat straining through her headphones
The silk of an electric violin climbing higher;
The falsetto augmented by deeper pitches;
The dotting notes of the xylophone;
The twang of the bass.
And though she is only passing by
Though I can only catch a measure
Though I’m scrambling in my own world
With tunnel vision that calls for being
Hardly concerned with those crossing my path,
I am close enough and naturally
The thought flashes in my mind:
“Hey, that’s the BeeGees.”
It is hardly a fraction
of a second
of our entire existence,
but it shifts the focus I was employing
and the song floods my mind–
And though now she is gone and I am
nearing the bus stop in mere minutes,
isn’t it a curious thing
the BeeGees becomes my playlist til
I am going?