Waiting for a car on the roadside

I can't see you clearly, is this your

way of hiding your thoughts? Turning me into a child in my dreams

Waiting for the bus on the side of the road, how small I am

Digging in the ditch with a shovel, snakeberries, thatch, bees

and the refreshing summer breeze, but without you.

In the deepening twilight, car after car drove by

I shouted at the drivers, telling them I was your grandson

No one paid any attention to me, and the darker it got

the darker it got, the more the cars became like human-swallowing monsters

I must have been left behind, in that unnamed space

You appeared and left

Only I was left, retaining my integrity and fear.