a bus ride to uyuni

in a bus turned
immobile box forty
(not so) traveling travelers maker their way
(only in slumber) to their would-be destination
just in time for what had been

in a bus turned
test of patients thirty-one
awakens to snores and girgles and heavy breathing
and watches the darkened landscape
not change outside her window

in a bus turned
sweltering coffin eight
large flies buz around thirty-one´s head
humidity beads on the window
and she gasps for morning (not so) fresh air

in a bus turned
desperation twenty
fingers and toes are counted and recounted
when finally the engine sputters resurrection
and life moves into movement