Crossroads

I stand at an intersection
Traffic passing me by
Blending together the chaos
Into something discernible
Brilliant colors coalesce
Blinding in their brightness
I look away
Over my shoulder at the rain
Coming down in the distance
Where I came from
Never to return
But anxiety has frozen me
Locked me to the spot
I am filled with indecision
The nastiest of thoughts
Invisible, yet deadly
And for a moment it stops
A deafening whisper
Embedded in my mind’s ear
Salacious and opportune
Yet I see with deeper clarity
Standing in this space
Both filling and being filled
With the light of acceptance
Clear and cool on my skin
I’m breathing it in
And exhaling
As calm as this breeze

And I step into the street.

Sam