The Sights of My Own Real Life.

I've been reading a lot more lately,

and riding public transportation.

Usually at the same time.

But sometimes on the bus,

I'll be reading Jane Eyre,

and my eyes flick up and catch upon something.

The mountains,

the sky.

A little girl staring off into the distance

as if deep in thought.

Today, it was an older woman with a pink walker

and a young man grasping tightly a metal lunchbox

that had Edward & Bella on it.

And in those moments,

I practically throw the book down,

and give myself over to looking.

Because there is something that whispers

This is real

and you don't want to miss it.

What is a made up story

to seeing the sights of my own real life?

The book will be there for me later,

but for now,

I want to appreciate

what is tangible

and fleeting.