From one nowhere to the next

A young girl misses her ride to nowhere.

Preoccupied with glorious fantasies of tomorrow,

she watches her bus distance itself from the station: mockingly.

Eagerness in dissonance with execution,

she bids her bus driver adieu.

She holds a set of eyes:

others use them to identify details of the now,

hers are blinded by potential.

So instead, she imagines.

Because this nowhere seemingly lacks opportunities that the next will provide.

And while, reasonably, the next offers only new nothing’s,

she is sure she can touch them with her magic fingers

and turn them to something’s.

Fantasizing of passengers:

their important lives,

the important places they are certainly heading;

the moment is lost.

The bus is gone.

She is too enthralled in her own fantasies to realize she could be among them.

Comforted by the toxicity of her self-love

she reminds herself of her aimlessness: versatility.

Wiping away tears of missed opportunities,

she is struck by a foreign sort of wisdom.

One nowhere cannot be distinguished from the next.

As it turns out,

the young girl

has missed nothing at all.