A CONDUCTOR FROM NOWHERE (FROM ALL THE FOUR SIDES, MAYBE!)

On the bus
Nadia- a conductor from nowhere
Rising still like another angel
Brushing by
With a touch of the horizons
With lines that stay clear
On her face
Deep lines that painters
Would love to touch-
A painter, herself

With the brush
I am at the squirrel’s tail
Standing up in danger
Oh nadi(river/ actress) ya!
The way you pass by
The little whirl winds
That you leave inside me
The bristles on my hand
Searching out
Kinetic-
Are you a good conductor?
To the music of this crowd, yes!

The inches by which  
Your lip misses her
The back of your hand
Against which she presses
A painter herself
Opening the bus
Through its middle
Revealing a journey of care and freedom
And a ticket and a thicket
Taking you somewhere
You still do not know.
Maybe the world brushes by
As you move about
And maybe
My brush waits for you
In the thicket
As we part.

Do I conduct myself, my dear?