The rhythmic movement calms her
If only for the time being.
If only in a bus ride,
At least there is some movement in her life.
She can see why people are attracted
To dangerous, adventure sports.
There is such beauty
In choosing acceleration.
Such power one must feel
Falling headfirst, bungee-jumping.
Not being dragged down, but shooting like an arrow
And assurance of bouncing back up.
Such peace one must feel
While running a marathon
Follies and stabs of regret
Not catching up for some time.
The fears start bubbling up
As she sees her bus-stop in the distance.
For when the bus halts,
So does the variation in her life.