Driving the Bus

window reflection
does not include me
but I am here
behind glass
squinting into the sun
It contains street signs
building facades
sidewalk walkers
a grandiose steeple
spire poking the clouds
and me
listening to snippets
of private conversations
for later poem-making
I am here
noticing all of you
not noticing me

NaPoWriMo Day 14! For INVISIBLE in the Imaginary Garden.