A Moment

Take some time out of your day once in awhile and just enjoy.

How quickly the world moves!
Cars, trains, planes surging towards destinations at inconceivable speeds in record times.
As a child of the Millennial Generation,
I too have expected life to be easy, fast, and wasteful.

When I am late for work, I plead for time to slow.
Not to ruminate or think or to help others,
but for my own selfish gain,
to earn a conceptual value bestowed on pretty paper rectangles.

A traffic light turns red,
my car grumbles at the interruption,
a clear abomination against all things quick and hasty.
I am forced to sit still a moment.

To wait or ponder,
I try to avoid both.
And yet, I happen to glance at a tall streetlight
illuminating a spot of air speckled with soft snow

Twisting and twirling,
pushed and pulled by a svelte wind.
Their un-choreographed dance
Is as refined and polished as any ballet.

The short-lived flakes
are relieved by new spectacles of frozen water
tumbling down from white clouds,
prepared for the next-

-the green light blinks
and in a roar of engines,
tires gripping pavement,
The world moves on.