un-done

why does this word –

un-done –

resonate, always,

so deeply with me?

a distant memory?

a recent past Life?

a glimpse into a future?

no fear is felt –

rather, much anticipation;

the realization of a need;

a rite of passage;

an initiation;

a shedding;

re-birth:

a blessed second chance πŸ™

school bus

dreamed last night

of a school bus 🚌

containing fifty-five passengers –

all Me.

different stages, faces, phases.

students – curious πŸ€” and studious;

sensitive and pensive.

on a trip one bright day,

another school bus comes along.

suddenly, out of sight – bam!

“bodies every where!” some one screams.

on my school bus 🚌

frozen, in shock 😲

“why them, not us?”