I close one eye   to lose my depth of field      I am so limited   to the infinite unravel of the universe   hinged to meaning   in patterns and code      I am thirsty -- so thirsty   someone near the front of the bus says,   "Thirsty."      The woman in the shawl   teal and sepia shawl   stands up to exit the bus   she slings a cloth bag over her shoulder   knitting needles poking out      The little boy behind me says,   "Why sideways?"   The boy's father says,   "Do you mean what is sideways?"   "No," the boy says.   "Why is it called sideways anyway?"      I am so limited   to the infinite unravel of the universe   hinged to meaning   in pattern and code   cold cold code      Young drunk guys   with wrap-around sunglasses   sit near me   at the back of the bus   stinking of booze   speaking maybe Greek   I look out the window   water so blue      I close one eye   to lose my depth of field   I am so limited   so limited   to the infinite unravel of the universe   hinged to meaning   in pattern and code -- cold cold cold code      I am thirsty -- so thirsty   someone near the front of the bus says,   "Thirsty."      During World War II   men wrote home   to women   waiting      One man's elegant hand   on paper wrote,   "What I miss most   is talking with you   about the beauty   of everything."      Everyone gets off the bus   before I do      I am so limited   so limited   to the infinite unravel   ravel, unravel   of the universe   hinged to meaning   in pattern and code -- cold cold code      Everyone gets off the bus   before I do