The Lights
At the traffic crossing
He goes this way and he the other,
The opposite way to him.
They go on, they go on,
Up and down, on and on, on and on.
Something must be pulling them then,
something must be essential.
Why does he go that way?
How can he be so sure it’s the right way to go?
Why does he go the other?
I can tell you only: when they sit in those cars
They are absolutely convinced.
No one stops for a moment
Rethinks, ever changes their mind.
No one reconsiders:
As if it weren’t possible to go any other way.
Same with the pedestrians:
They go up and down, up and down,
No one stops, stands to the side,
Dithers, hesitates, doubts.
When the cars stop at the traffic lights
It just brings more resolve.
Satisfying to read. For some reason it brought to my mind a Lowry painting 🙂.