My Love Commutes

By on Apr 20, 2013 in Poetry

SEPTA bus with hearts and color distortion

Mornings when you have gone
to work, my love, I fall into
your dreams: rumble on
your bus, feel the weight of
your bag, nod my
tired, stubbled cheek against
a window. To bus hum, I snore
softly, wire glasses slipping
down my nose. When bus stops,
I stretch strong arms, move
slowly in heavy dress shoes
down the aisle. And as you
yawn more fully awake, I
slip back into my own
dreams. Still
loving you, from here.

About

Alyce Wilson is the editor of Wild Violet and in her copious spare time writes humor, non-fiction, fiction and poetry and infrequently keeps an online journal. Her first chapbook, Picturebook of the Martyrs; her e-book/pamphlet, Stay Out of the Bin! An Editor's Tips on Getting Published in Lit Mags ; her book of essays and columns, The Art of Life; her humorous nonfiction ebook, Dedicated Idiocy: How Monty Python Fandom Changed My Life, and her newest poetry collection, Owning the Ghosts, can all be ordered from her Web site, AlyceWilson.com. In late 2019, she published a volume of poetry by her third great-grandfather, Reading's Physician Poet: Poems by Dr. James Meredith Mathews, which also contains genealogical information about the Mathews family. She lives with her husband and son in the Philadelphia area and takes far too many photos of her handsome, creative son, nicknamed Kung Fu Panda.