All the best poems
by all the best poets;
all the true prophecies
of all the truest prophets
may as well be runes
carved into the bench
where people sit and wait
for The Only Bus That Matters,
too dazed by the work
of everyday living to try
and figure out the runes
enough to get some clues
about why everyday living 
has to be so much work,
much less about where
said Bus might be going.