Skinny dark skinned manhauled two heavy suit casesonto the city bus, year end dusk.He asked the driver for his stop,but language failed. She couldnot understand a word he said.Alien sounds tangled in the air.Whatever place he fought to name,she could not take him there.He flapped hands, raised voice.Driver ordered him to sit. He sat.I watched helpless as he madethe sign of the cross three times.Desperation evaporated. He lookedup and recognized a land mark,smiled, rang bell for next stop,left bus in peace, relief. Maybemiracles happen every day.