I’m standing at a corner,
waiting to cross the street,
watching cars of all makes and shapes,
some coming toward me,
some going past,
some turning corners, some changing lanes.
I never consider stopping a driver
to discuss where she is going.
Yet, do I not do that with worried thoughts
letting them pile up like a traffic jam
in obsessive rumination?
When instead I can let fretful concerns
pass me by or change direction
then take advantage
of this quiet break in traffic
to move forward
into the future.