#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
In my thirty something years I had a recurring dream
I am elementary school-aged, running slow motion anxious to the end of my neighbor's driveway where the yellow school bus stops every day to board us
For no good reason I'm running late - I need his bus to wait, just wait
Mr. Klein, I do not like this boss
your gruff authority, the rigid expectations of behaving
like a good girl for school boarding this bully
Mr. Klein sees me, through his wire rimmed glasses out his bus driver's window
watches me running toward him aiming for goodness and our eyes meet
I struggle to move my legs across the street in front of his bus, panting, finally to board
but he swings the doors to shut me out and squeals forward, passing me
so I must miss
Mr. Klein is driving past me
at least I have slow motion
I look up so our eyes lock so
I give him the finger