Once upon a time there was a man
who could fly
but took the bus to work each morning.
He got on at an early hour and was able
to pick his favourite seat, from where
he could watch certain people board and sit
down. He never looked out the window.
It was a bit distressing
for the man who could fly
when someone he expected to see missed the bus
or caught an earlier one. In his mind
there were no simple explanations. He imagined
tragic accidents befalling these strangers
before they had a chance to notice him
and make friends. Before he had a chance
to whisper his beautiful secret.