i sat on the bus, watching cars
race up beside and then fall back.
the recent rain had left dewy drops,
scattered on the slick shiny surface
of each passing car. and the speed
at which the cars traveled, coupled
with the remains of the storm's wind
made those dewy drops slip and slide
all over the windows and doors;
and then off, onto the ground.

for a moment or teo, i wished
i was one of those drops, and
then i realized that i already am.

metaphorically and physically,
i'm slipping.