Ever notice how a stoplight
Has to think about stopping
Green to red is bridged by
A yellow period of decision, stalling
It has to drag itself to cease
The motion through the street it controls
Still then a few last second
Vessels cram themselves through
But notice how sudden, how violent
The turn from no to yes is
Starting again is easy, instantaneous
It’s as if red never had a chance.
I feel as if those same city
Planners who programmed these
Traffic controlling contraptions
Hold part-time jobs as demons
Delving deep within my brain
Their cross training coming in
Handy when assessing how to
Manage my temptations.
I don’t know what bothers me more
Being chained to this tricolor cycle
Or being able to count down with the
Flashing orange hands of my conscience.