Across and back
Across and back
With an occasional toot
And rare orca
Sets my rhythm
Sometimes a sprint
Sometimes a saunter
Under clouds and open skies
Dawn, noon, dusk, and night
Sun, rain, wind, and snow
Through packed crowds and past empty stanchions
Day after day
Picture by picture
I remember each journey
On each different boat
Until they blur
Blur together into a singular journey
From low to high to low throb
Ending in gentle bumps
Jolting jumps
Swaying nestles
That never change
Day after day
Hour after hour
[Toot! Toot!]
And don’t forget
Take your bicycle with you
If you rode one on today
While keeping alcoholic beverages in the galley

©Heather Coldstream


About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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