Waiting for the Bus

I leaned against the signpost waiting
for the bus to take me to work.
Two buses went by in quick
succession, the wrong way.
One must be running late, sure
to turn around at the bus depot
and head back.
It’s only 5 blocks away.
Twenty minutes later, a bus
appeared and I boarded,
frustrated with the delay.
I paced around the signpost waiting
for the bus to take me home after
seeing one go by when I
was a block away.
Twenty minutes later a bus
arrived and I boarded,
frustrated with the delay.
I went to pick up my boyfriend’s
car for him, but it wasn’t
ready yet, so I walked home.
I was frustrated with the delay.
I spent 50 minutes basking
in warm sunshine
waiting for buses and cars.
I have no reason to be frustrated
with the delay.

Picture courtesy of http://flickr.com/photos/vasta/16680364/