"Staring at the Bay"

Old man sits on the bus, switching seats to monopolize the view, his back turned on the open road watching the shipyards fade into the distance. His face suddenly remorseful as if he has lost some sweet love to the ocean. Old lady sits in her window as the bus passes by, her pale pink sweater mirroring the sunset while she gently runs her fingertips over the porcelain cats on the sill. She has the same sad look staring out above the shipyards. My heart tells me she has lost this old man on the bus. My heart tells me he has lost this old lady in the window, and all they can do is look to the ocean to find each other. Aleathia Drehmer 2007