I fell into a bus hole yesterday.
Conveyances that should have stopped near me
six times an hour suffered some delay
(although the suffering appeared to be
confined to would-be passengers instead
of buses, drivers, transit employees).
I had a thirty-minute wait, unless
I called a car or walked. That didn’t please:
my time was tight; all aggravated stress.

But some events, quite out of my control,
are barely bad enough to write about.
I don’t like what disrupts my plans, at first,
and don’t appreciate surprise. A whole
five minutes had to pass before my pout
relaxed; my shoulders eased; my frown reversed.