I hand myself up the bus to the driver’s end
to thank him. I climb off thanking him
because it’s what we do thank
bus drivers as we thank
no-one else it’s a cultural thing
making ready perhaps
when the ferryman dumps us
on the sulphurous shore
to thank him too.
from The Missing Months (Faber, 2022), © Lachlan MacKinnon 2022, used by permission of the author and publisher, Faber & Faber Ltd.