On the bus

Fleeting contact
Lives intersect
For a moment there
We were part if each others lives
A lurch
A moment of sudden panic
A few words exchanged
On the nearness of that encounter
Some relief
A pondering of what could have happened
A word of thanks
For safe and patient driving
Then we move off

A lady plays with another's baby
In their own world as the bus watches
A smile playing on our lips as we watch the exchange

A bus full of lives
intersecting
For brief too brief moment
Then we move on