the late bus

angry
because you are
cold
and wet, standing
on a corner
as the wind
cuts through
your coat,
the bus is late
again.
you try to think
positive. you use
all of your spiritual
maxims
to stay focused
and in the moment.
you recite a poem
to yourself, you
say a prayer.
you try to smile,
and be gracious
and grateful
for your life.
then the bus comes
and hits a puddle
where you stand,
coating you
with ice and mud,
slush and salt
from the road.
you are still angry.