Poem | waiting…

I’m drawn to the light

of oncoming traffic

Everything outside

my pinhole focus

doesn’t exist.

Oncoming ideation

as any idea;

step out

take it.

Oncoming thoughts

hard to shake.

I imagine

a family

of deer

across the

road running

an incoming truck

Sanity has finally come

for me - step out - take it…

A deer

runs out

into the road

I hear nothing,

The impact was silent

The deer crashes the air,

lays at my feet screaming

It tries to regain…

It’s leg snaps

it dies, and

the truck

drives

away,

and

The bus comes…