School bus

For a moment I’m inscribed, reflected my face a canvas of copper, russet a ripening landscape spun-gold stitches defining my features, hair woven into hedgerow and copse, gorse plumes and hilltops - an ivy-eyed blink as twigs etch icily upon grimy glass. I’m aground in a sea of burgundy, mustard, navy of over-packed rucksacks, ringtones, lip gloss, mobile phones as the bus’s kaleidoscope heart splutters to life as we lurch away as I watch myself go.