Across from me on the 33 bus:
her shopping bags were brimming,
carrots still with their tops, low fat milk
and nutritious, multi-grain bread.
As we rode for many blocks,
she was talking, maybe a bit too loud,
with someone not there.
She seemed sad, I judged.
And, yet I know nothing
of the fullness of a life
lived in her world.
Where did I find sadness?