If yesterday came after tomorrow

If yesterday came after tomorrow
today before yesterday
and if hours were larger than days
minutes were gone in seconds
would you stop your watch?

Me?
One step away is thousand steps back

Prince was lost among his horses

Prince was lost among his horses
At attempts to ride on the best
Alas! Speed now was of no name
And speed was never fast
Damsel saved
But by Man
Who rode on unicorn
Flying one feather
after another
At a speed faster than any dream
Or any horse
That could grow tired by the hours
At last! Speed now was of no name

Fares

Our fares were meant for different ways.
I would eventually go to the jeep terminal
and he somewhere I wouldn’t know
because I’d be busy lining up
for my ticket.

We were not friends.
Not relatives. Not schoolmates or whatnot.
We just met in a jeep ride. No.
Actually not We
but our eyes.
Our eyes met and we were sure
we were significant.
We were aware of each other’s presence
as travelers
seating among many other travelers
who knew exactly where they were going.
We were conversely lost
and I doubted
(we both doubted)
that maps would point us
to the same direction.
We sat there
for an hour,
both the longest
and the shortest sixty minutes
one would spend
with a stranger–
farther than any acquaintance
yet closer than any friend
who would lend you a shoulder
when you were too tired and sleepy.
The offer wasn’t loud.
In fact it was silent enough
that sincerity told one had been made.
Introductions were skipped.
Not a single question was asked
but there were lots of answers.
To prayers to a star.
The same star that did not grant my wish:
We reached our stop.
I was up for my last jeep home
but wasn’t ready for my last glance at him.
What were the chances of that?
What
were the chances
of meeting
for the first time
someone who you instantly did not want to lose?
How hard would it be
to say goodbye
when a hello had not been said?

My jeep started to move…