So much depends on a stoplight
as it clicks from green to yellow to red.
Everything is in order, perfectly neat,
every car in a row.
That is how the potential of chaos is quelled:
a colored lightbulb with a timer on a string.
We were taught since the beginning that
green means "GO", red means "NO".
Yet at the same time, the lights feed the rage
of impatient drivers waiting for their "GO".
They create a frustration that can only be
healed by that electrifying emerald.
But the greatest mystery is how we manage to
go about our lives on the road each and every
day, when so much lies on these
iridescent creations of man.
We are imperfect, and therefore so are our lights.
Nature will fight back, freezing the timer or
throwing rain from the sky to blur the vision of a driver,
making red look green.
This is how much depends on a stoplight:
the life of every being crossing the street,
swerving in the damp, collecting heartbeats
pressed against seatbelts and airbags.
Everything depends on a stoplight.
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Struggle and Strive
روحانياتPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...
