Arriving at the bus stop yesterday,
my app displayed the disappointing news:
a dozen minutes late! (That’s half the way
I’d planned to ride.) And so I got to choose
a standing wait with phone and book, or stroll
with ambulative thought. The sun was out,
the weather cool and fresh. I best control
my time apace; I chose to walk the route.

My pick was right. The distance isn’t long,
terrain is level and the neighborhoods
are entertaining. While my legs got strong
I planned my time, prioritized the goods,
and harvested ideas. I wondered why
the only one who didn’t wait was I.