Ode To A Blank Page

I woke up one morning.

This morning was probably like many others.

I probably stayed up too late the night before.

I probably hit the snooze button a couple times.

I probably took an abridged shower because

I probably hit the button too many times.

I probably crawled back into the bed and took a twenty minute nap.

I probably got to the bus stop with ten seconds to spare.

Sometimes I get to sit with a friend.

Sometimes I sat in an empty seat.

Sometimes I sat on the floor because

Sometimes the bus is so crowded there are already four seats with three kids in them.

Sometimes the bus is quiet.

Sometimes the bus is full of loud freshman shouts.

Eventually I get to school.

Eventually I put my stuff in my band locker.

Eventually I wander down to the first floor because

Eventually the bell will ring to go to class.

Eventually the bell will ring—

Thirteen times a day.