when I was where I was
I was who I am without knowing
the not knowing was peaceful and quiet
like the house before I left for school in the last couple of years
sixteen and seventeen
catching the bus before anyone else's alarm
in winter some mornings were dark
I would first see the sun through the bus window
I would listen to music and close my eyes and the sun
would kiss me softly through the glass
my cheek was warm
and I could be where I was
closed in myself beside strangers forever
between here and there
not needing or knowing any better
or wanting more than the bus to keep going
to stay in the sunrise and my innocence for good.
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