Traffic Light

Red light, Stop.
It’s been raining all day.
It humbles me. Why?
I don’t know.

I find myself reflecting,
trying to make sense of it all.
At the things I’m proud of,
and others I’m not.
I sense the surreal, and it envelops me.

The wipers sweep the rain away,
and I notice the light is green.
It’s time to go.

November, 1997