What's the connection between millennia of time travel and waiting for a bus? One of Ko Un's very short poems, translated by Brother Anthony of Taizé and available on the Brief Poems blog, goes as follows: > Some say they can recall a thousand years > Some say they have already visited the next thousand years > On a windy day > I am waiting for a bus Is there any connection, ironic or otherwise, between the first two lines and the last two lines? Is the point of the poem just to create a contrast, between people who say they can time travel through millennia and the mundane (in)activity of waiting for a bus? Why waiting for a bus specifically? Is it a wry comment that the bus is so slow it may take a thousand years to arrive?

Your speculations in the question about what the contrast might mean are on point. Specifically, the poem moves from grandiose claims to mundane reality. The claims are about the past ( _recall_ ) or the future ( _next thousand years_ ); the reality is the present ( _am waiting_ ). That the day is _windy_ underlines the contrast between reality (cold wind) and the claims (hot air). Or perhaps there's a continuity rather than a contrast between the bluster of the time travel claims and the windiness of the day.

The speaker's waiting for a _bus_ also brings the claims of traveling through time with traveling through space. While others claim to have mastered time travel, the speaker is trying merely to get from one place to another, and hasn't even begun the bus journey.