Ode to the Ikot Jeepney (that took me from CHK to Math building)

Watching it coming was a relief,

The yellow roof seemed to

Mimic the sun’s brightness as

It trekked along the rough

Cements of reality.  It halted in front of me,

As if saying  I’m your savior

Ride quickly.  I can feel its tires

Rolling again as the wind

Budged my dry hair and cooled

My face.  The air felt so good.

It made its journey to the

University Avenue, passed by

The statue of the Oblation,

Slowed as it approached a bump

In the road.  The whir

Of its machinery filled the air

Along the bunch

Of houses in the Residence area.

Then this high-powered, open

Automobile joined the cluster

Of vehicles in the Krus na Ligas.

The violent city was not a rigor

To its sturdy structure.

At some point, the wheels twisted

And entered the University gate

Carrying the iskos and iskas with pride.

As it braked hard, I joined the tumult

Of shoe wears, emerging from the jeepney,

Walking to where fate

Would take them.  I took

A deep breath, glanced at my watch

And grinned.

 I still have five minutes.