A day trip with Ulysses

we waited for the bus together

Ulysses and I talked about the change of weather

“the wind is not expedient to sail”

he said and pondered the fall.

I said “but the bus does not need any wind,

prompted by gas, it climbs faster than the wind

ups and downs, it is no problem

the bus is bumpy but solid”

“but does it have a captain?

does it not have a crew?”

I say “yes the driver steers the rudder

climbs the Carmel and descends to the shore”

if so, he retorted “how does it survive?

how does the captain know where to drive?

I have lead great fleets into the unknown,

when man knows no direction, it is a lost cause”

“yes, I agree but fleets, ships and buses change

marked by a number and not a name

they go a route just the same

and passengers come and go

with no attachment to make it slow.

they push the button to get off

and that’show the quest seals off

“Indeed different it is from our times

time is fast and so is the ride,

too fast for any bonds to be made

at least greet the captain, he is the last spade”

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By aicha bint yusif

Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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