As she stands still, she travels quickly—
the wheels of the bus gliding swiftly,
becoming the rubber hooves of her metal chariot,
will she arrive before the clock strikes 9?
This day, she left home on time, but traffic teases a delay.
As all movement on 7th street stands almost pin-drop still
the light turns green, as if tickled by fate.
Today, she won’t be late.
by Khadijah Ali-Coleman