Traffic

Sitting there, waiting.
Traffic comes in off,
The main road to the left of me,
And out,
Into it on the right.

In front of me,
There is this intersection.
I came to this island,
Just to be closer,
to that.

I was hoping,
At some point,
I could cross.
But in front of me,
It never stops.

I’ve walked so far,
In the cold,
To get here;
I won’t quit.
So I sit.

Lotus position,
Takes up all my space.
And I can’t,
Even take off my shoes.
Where would I put them?

So I wait.
Always listening,
For the sound,
Of a momentary stop,
In the traffic in front of me.

It never comes.

I breathe in deep;
Breathe out slow.
The sound,
Of traffic,
Fades.

For a moment,
Or so,
I am,
Really,
At peace.

And that is,
All it takes,
To realize,
I need,
To go right.

Because,
Sometimes,
In life,
You can’t,
Cross the street.

Sometimes,
You have to,
Keep walking,
And find,
Another way.

Reviews

[Miss Shea]

moot point, but in finding another way, aren't you crossing the street?
anyway;
I love traffic and being near it, but it almost sounds like you're panicking at the beginning [that soft panic where you can't help but notice every car coming from every direction and it's just overwhelming] and you find a center and calm yourself.
I'm sorry, I'm analyzing this more than I'm giving any constructive criticism...it's more my style.
But, back to the point.
The meditation, the serenity...the escape. :] brilliant.
And most of all, the determination to continue, to find another solution.
Like.