Julian JP Lee

(Thinking of you.)

8.25am. Already awake. Already

on the move. Thinking of you.

Held by the cushion of my seat.

Bus rocking side to side. 

Through the windows, blades

of Sun. Morning shave for the

mind. Thinking of you. The curtains

in the bus are blue. Outside

the trees have donned a lively

green. Thinking of you.

The aircon is just right. Cool as

cucumbers. Again, the sharp

angles of the Sun. It must mean

something, surely. We’re all so

quiet, us solemn passengers. 

Thinking of you. We each have

our own morning meditations.