Friday, December 18, 2009
Jostling
There are days when a bus full of people heading off the motorway down a ridiculous ramp - too narrow, surely, too slight - on its way to the crush of the city, fills me with joy. Joy for the jostle of people, the collective optimism that where they're going they will get to, the precarious nature of living and yet how boldly we cling, the way the bus seems, briefly, to take wing.
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Thanks for sharing this, Mary - your 'joy for the jostle of people, the collective optimism that where they're going they'll get to, the precarious nature of living and yet how boldly we cling, the way the bus seems, briefly, to take wing.' This offers a welcomingly refreshing picture of what many would consider the rush & stress of an approaching Christmas. Life is - quite often - quite ridiculous.
Wishing you a festive holiday time - C
What she said! :-)
Have a lovely Christmas Mary,
best,
P xx
Love your holiday poetry, Mary - have a fab one :)
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