There are no options

by Pierre Joris

There are no options,
only Time.
The traffic report tells us
nothing, or just that. Only
time in which the buses pelt
down the Belt Parkway
driving fast & furious, their Not
In Use signs flashing
against time and turn
to back front forward
into Wednesday morning
— that time — they kneel
down every so often, I
watch them go by, numbers
& letters flashing on their high
foreheads like deranged haikus