stopped for a minute

idling
at a stop

when the sun comes through
my morning mood
darkened
by the bright light
and shadow clasp

red hood rides
alongside

the barbed wire's pleasure
at our detention
having to sit
waiting

imprisoned

in the timetable,
the hard immovable minutes

then a cloud
throws a blanket
over the sun
and kidnaps it
away

the scene is gone
it isn't there
look at all
the light has undone

the bus
clutch catching,
slowly
moves on.