Clarity

Sitting on the roadside as I often do,
The breeze creates a forced flit of my hair
As the raindrops fall.

Time passes and I remain solitary in the fog,
Waywardly waiting by the roadside,
Impatient to catch my bus to nowhere.

A gaggle of giggling girls passes;
Their beautiful leader guiding them along.
They hang on her every perfect word.

Many days later I walk past the roadside with my friends;
I see the goddess sitting beside the road, looking damp,
Waiting for her bus to nowhere.

As my friends depart and I sit next to this girl,
There is a moment of clarity within the rainy fog:
In life and in suffering, I am never alone.