It was one of those mornings. You know the kind, where you wake still tired because you were crying and the cat tried to suffocate you in the night
your shirt ripped
tripped over your shoes
your knees sing the blues running for the bus
forgot to eat breakfast
so far nothing can go right, kind of mornings
I’m on my daily commute…upset, marveling at the homeless war vet stretched across four seats when this guy floats next to me. Feeling nothing but energy, I peer left and right, wondering what’s calling me out of the morning funk. It whispers a small command to smile
which I ignore.
Then my shoulder feels a gaze that’s uncharacteristically heavy. There he is scrounged in the corner, waiting for me to break the levy.
‘Hi’ spills out awkwardly to which he replied with a giant grin, eyes lighting up like Christmas
‘I was sending out the vibes, praying you weren’t hiding today’
as the thought of stalker creeps around the back of my brain, he had a sip my my herbal tea in a dashiki when no one’s looking ambiance
hopscotch back to the gurgling in my stomach
he flips his dreads every couple of minutes so they cascade away from his face
In haste, he says ‘I’m getting off soon’.
He’ll be on in the afternoon.
‘What do you do?’
I work on a corporate plantation. He laughed, heartily, enjoying the satire
saying that’s why he’s a kindergarten teacher
diving head first into political views and inside jokes like we were best friends and I had known him for years
He missed three whole stops that day just for a conversation…