Front Step

I’ve never tried writing on the front step before.
The cars zip by on the road. Places to be, places to go.
I’m sitting here as the sun lights up the neighbourhood.

The warm air. Birds singing.
Songbirds flit back into the hedge. Summer is coming.

There are more people about now.
More buzz, more energy, more aggravation. All at once.

I sit back and take a deep breath.
It’s a good day to be alive.
You can feel the pulse of life picking up.

Raised voices. A commotion on the street.
Someone’s getting thrown off the bus over the way.
I wonder what they did.

Two voices shouting:
The bus driver “is a cunt.”
The passenger “is an arsehole.”

Then the door hisses shut and the bus pulls away.
Shouts. A crash.

The bus brakes slam.
I hear people running.

Here we go.
Some things never change.
The world keeps spinning.
Life goes on.

Back to the front step.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon