Author: Aina
Hi there! My name is Aina and I'm a student at the University of Michigan. While I plan to major in Computer Science/Engineering, the arts have always been a huge passion of mine. I'll be contributing my poetry to arts, ink, which I couldn't be happier doing. I enjoy pretty much all realms of writing and often find myself writing poetry in the notes app on my phone (amongst shopping lists, to-do's, and passwords). I've lived in Michigan all my life and find it so cool how there's a whole different world in a place I've known. When I'm not writing poetry, you'll probably find me doodling away in the margins of my math notebook.
I hope you enjoy all I have to contribute!
the left side
How different the world looks
Simply by sitting on the left side of the bus
Instead of your usual spot,
On the right
A symmetry of your everyday routine,
Lost in your love for reliability.
Of sitting in the same spot, every time.
The route is even unfamiliar now,
All these trees and roads and buildings
That you were on the other side of,
the whole half of the world you did not see
Unknown to you, and would have remained unknown
Had someone not taken your unassigned, assigned seat
On the bus today
And this is just small in terms of what you know it really means,
How we only see things one way
And never from the view of the
People across the street
And when we finally muster courage
To step across our boundary
that we set for ourselves,
We are uncoordinated, unfamiliar, uncomfortable,
And even lost
In all this, we learn
The grass is just as green from the other window,
And perhaps it is our view that is tainted
By sitting so long in one spot,
And never trying a different window.
