Bus Stop Daydreams

The street turns into a river
my toes hanging just off the edge
“Don’t fall in” warns the boy
who stands safely on the shore.
He is right. I step back,
for the icy black whirlpool
would drown me for sure.
The only way to get across
is when the magic bus comes
The wheels feeze the river solid
and safely we walk across
and around to the door
of the bus.
And we are on our way back
...to reality.