Waiting For the Diagnosis
I ran two red lights today.
No one else seemed to mind.
As if they agreed that
I shouldn’t have to wait for anything else.
The angst reached my toes,
Pulling me away from pushing the
Pedal against the floor.
Sliding on my shades,
I wait for the world to
Change to polarized view,
But you can’t dim
What is already turned off.
Staring, gaping mouth,
I come to.
Realizing that I should be listening.
Those are words after all.
What meaning can they possibly hold?
Are you tired?
Yes.
Are you worried?
Yes.
I planted a flower today.
Dirt squeezed in tight
Under my fingernails.
I ate crispy granola and creamy yogurt.
The blueberries washed sweet
against my cheek.
The phone sat silent on the counter.
No answers.
Again.
As published in Voices De La Luna