Not to cross the road

Wavy shadows over the blue line.
Motionless rectangles: a million faces looking up to the light.
All shapes and sizes gliding overhead.

Kick and glide, hand over hand repeating,
Worries of the world washing off in the wake,
only to return in time,
the nepenthean effect never lasts.

Oh! but for a time! A brief escape!
Rhythm’s monotony soothes away.
Sounds of breathing: trance enducing
mind and soul free-floating for a while.

Rage and riot.
Shattered glass. shattered lives and dreams cannot be ignored.
To find the courage not to turn away;
Not to cross the road.
To somehow bring hope to this day.

“no one can claim to defend the sanctity of every human life while turning a blind eye to racism and exclusion.” Pope Francis.