I'm walking down peter street, late evening.

I spy, to my surprise, the devil waiting at a bus stop.

I stop.

The Devil peers at me with a sideways glance, so I ask, "What are you doing here?"

Beelzebub looks at me, with the air of someone who's known too long to care.

He is unmistakable in his appearance though as to why, I'm unclear.

He meets my question with a slight mock grin, and turning eyes to the sky he replies,

"Waiting on a bus."

'Waiting' came with the ring of an eternity.

The kind of low buzz that sings constantly from electricity humming wires playing the rare to notice soundtrack of our day to day, it's The sound of forever.

Unnerved, a little I checked my watch with a jerk.

I thought I was late so I stammered,

"The bus, uh.. It should have just come and passed, right? Only just before I got here?"

I was thinking out loud.

"Has it come?"

Scanning in my direction with a disconnected glance, immediately turning his head back to a unfocused stare he shrugged.

"I'm still waiting" he growled plainly, in a raspy voice with flavor hints of disdain, but he maintained the sheerest of friendly demeanors.

I leaned nearer the sign post parallel my posterior, Resting my weight in a lean to on the poll I try to show

an illustration of my continuing comfort. A falsehood cause I understood who was right there facing me. I felt unsafe inexplicably, but the feeling was understandable.

My safety was lost to a battle with my imagination, sieged upon the realization of who was there making my acquaintance.

I gotta stop, so grasping at my common sense I try looking about, strategically casual.

I say "Looks like there's no telling" in a breathy sighing moan, as if to reassert my comfortable stance out loud.

He saw through me in one scant peek, I knew it, but my weak mind kept it's finger upon the now tattered security blanket It had made for me. Be polite and speak casually,or no, seek help or ask for help, but nothing's wrong really, so why am I alarmed?

What do I do? Here without a clue I ask the first thing I see when I drop my chin in self pity and my eyes focus on my feet on the ground.

Somehow, Their lack of wisdom was profound and exactly the answer i need.

Scrawled out I perceive letters and I read, beseeched by invisible words spelling out, 'do nothing at all'.

Then my shoes posed some

amusing proof I suppose that did well to actually ease me.

"I still have my soles intact!" I chuckle to myself and I'm amused at this fact before I recall my surreal situation.

The motivation for my jubilation did not absolve the danger presently felt right there.

So the grin my face cracked I withdrawal.

I must stave off the invitation my mind sending to welcome to myself total fear.

Then,

'stay calm'

A voice in my ear came through and instructs me. It tugs me a bit back to my senses and my back straightens, and I realize he winces at the momentary shift in stances.. and suddenly I see how I can withdrawal myself from any potential situation, with the lovely realization that I choose what I do and think and

Today I think where I'm going I'd rather walk, and quickly I saunter off.