Crosswalk

Waiting on the skate park

To dry

After

A long night of rain

Is a good time

To write!

Down time

Is

Write Time

Most times!

Opening my journal

My pen starts its flow

Of

Ink across the page

The familiar scratching

Of

Its tip is always

A welcome sound to me  

I saw a woman

This morning

Trying to cross

A busy six lane roadway

On my way to the park

She threw her hands up

In frustration

When she realized

She was stuck in the middle

Of

The road!

Standing on the small curb

Of

The median

She looked less than thrilled

I guess

The crosswalk

Would have taken

Too much time

To walk over to

Hell

I can’t blame her

Times ticking for all of us

Tick tock

Tick tock

The feeling of time

Running out

Is probably

Hardwired 

Somewhere deep

In our brains?

To look for shortcuts

In life

Can pay off

But sometimes

Shortcuts

Leave us stranded

In a place

We don’t want to be!

For

The thin slab of concrete

She was trapped upon

Can easily be

The unwanted job

The bad relationship

The wants

You really don’t need

So

Step true

Step with purposes

If not

Your steps

Can lead you to misery

Can lead you to being stuck

With nowhere to go

As life passes you by

From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave