a taxi driver

yesterday had a day in tel aviv.
coming home from the bus station with a taxi.

I was lingering between being annoyed and amused
as he inquered our need for a boyfriend,
cause finnish girls are so nice.

after I told him just to drive his taxi
and a moment of silence
he sighed.

when asked if he is tired the response came:
Im always tired.
it is like this here.

and for a moment I could see somewhere deeper,
feeling my heart to swell with compassion.
oh how these people are loved.