A Red Light Warms My Soul
A Red Light Warms My Soul
Rubber hits ice, air escapes
like a bursting balloon
pulling me to the side – then
down, as if a giant hole
in the pavement sucked
me into darkness.
Horns muffled and water
rushed inside, touching
my feet, rushing up
to my knees, as cold as
autumn air. I
taste sharp cracks
in ice as if a razor blade
cut my skin.
I can hear the six o’clock plane
heading west and the bells
of Saint Agnes. Like the
flushing of a toilet, pulling
down thru a drain, sucking
all that is –
I hear the wind cut through
bare branches
of a tree, as bodies swarm
on top of me – on ice. My teeth
clenched, my head touching
the steering wheel. Then
a red light warmed my soul.
Thanks to everyone who took the time to read this poem. I certainly appreciate your time in this busy world where we live. Sincerely Nancy