I saw a microwave waiting for
the bus this morning.

It sat squarely on the bench,
considerately off to the side
should any other appliances
need to travel.

I only spied it for a moment,
as the depth of the scene did
not strike me until I’d driven
some blocks onward.

I’d have liked to follow it
on its journey, if only to see
its destination (though perhaps
it is better to allow my
imagination the freedom
of not knowing).

I wonder if it stopped at the
mall, picked up a transfer, a
little sunscren, then finally
off to the beach.

For it is a beautiful, sunny
day, and the waves must
be righteous.