Caduceus

Maybe that's how the desert plants get water.

cosmos: part 3 - intermission

There was a blind man on the bus that night. The night I meant to tell you about. Well, I didn't realize he was blind when he was sitting two seats in front of me.

"Is anybody going to the Park Ave bus!"

He didn't seem to be asking; the way the words landed.

It was the bus that stops at Main & Clinton. That's where I got off. And so did the blind man, behind me. That's when I realized. About him being blind, I mean.

"Can somebody direct me to the Park Ave bus!"

His right arm raised to the heavens. His left arm erratically guiding a long white cane. But the words didn't float at the end. They landed.

"I need to get to the Park Ave Bus!"

Everyone pushed and shoved and rushed around him as he made his way down the sidewalk.

 The bus was empty at this point, except for the bus driver. I looked at him and we exchanged helpless glances. For what it's worth, I could tell he was a good man, this bus driver, but it was late in his shift and he was tired. Still, there was something desperate about the way we looked at each other, like we were looking for something. What were we supposed to do? What were we supposed to do!