Waiting At the Crossroads
I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the railroad track signs
how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?
a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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