Yesterday I took a crosstown bus
to the New York Society Library
bringing back books including
Andrew Motion’s Randomly
Moving Particles he said I wasn’t
a poet and I didn’t like him either.
I met a woman in each direction.
Going east, Margalit asked
if I knew anything about Israel.
I said yes. Not enough she replied
and gave me her email so we could
meet for coffee and she would explain.
Coming home I sat with a Jungian therapist.
If you want you can tell me
your dreams she said. I described
a village I’d visited the night before.
I guess we don’t have enough time
she said. Let’s meet again.
And I thought people on New York buses didn't talk to each other.
To visit my grandparents, we had a long ride on the Q27. I wondered how the driver knew where we were going.