BUS

Why is everyone staring at me
from outside the bus?
I'm sitting at the window,
feeling perfectly normal,
but evidently
something is attracting attention.
My hair?
(It couldn't look that bad!)
My shirt?
(It's just my usual black.)
My sunglasses?
(Maybe I look like someone famous.)
I'm starting to feel
either very glamorous
or very paranoid.
Then it comes to me.
There must be one of those
outrageous underwear ads
on the side of the bus,
right below me.
How easy it is to forget
that the world has
other things to wonder at
besides me.


© Ellen Azorin