not my ordinary everyday
it’s just another bus trip, so similar to so many others, yet i’m once again amazed by what i see out my window. changing landscapes of flat fields or rolling mountains. banana plantations and ramshackle villages scroll by. farmers, schoolchildren, and elders – farms, schools and cemetaries. rivers and mango trees. it’s all so vastly different from my everyday world, and yet somehow, it has become my momentary everyday. and the people i watch go past – it is their everyday. these landscapes are not mine to keep, but to glimpse only as they flash by. these vignettes will soon be gone from view, existing only in my memory, soon enough. and yet, sometimes i forget this is not my ordinary world. i forget that this is extra-ordinary.
but i could watch it go by forever.
