Stop, Go Poem by Alexandra Yeboah

Stop, Go

Roughly paved,
Dashed white line
sectioning each lane.
Cars cluster the road,
Wearily Waiting,
Itching for the change.


Traffic light is red.
They all wait.
Everyone must wait
For the signal—
The green light.
The light that will
chase the dire
Red away.

Pessimistic weather.
Slick Ice coats along
The road’s surface,
Bordering the road,
On the Sidewalks,
Concealing the Grass.


Fog blocks
views. Front, Side,
Rear. Although they
wash it off, it comes
back hauntingly.
Obstructing their sight
of the road.

Only a few know the secret.
They can wash it off
Forever.
They can see perfectly.
Whether they share
This secret,
Is up to them.

Each Car is Unique,
Diverse colours,
Distinct makes.
Light Red Chevrolets,
Dark Blue Hummers,
Royal Purple Mazdas,
Neon Green Volkswagens.

But there are Police Cars
There to stop you,
If you break their rules,
Go over their speed limit,
Carry an unwanted possession,
Too many passengers riding
In one Car.

And the Monster Trucks,
Abusing Vigor.
Massive Headlights glaring at you,
Icicle teeth smirking cruelly,
Spiky tires treading over
Baby ones. There to
inflict harm and danger.
Taking up immense amounts of
Precious space.

But yet everyone waits.
Waits. Each headed their
way, on their own
Individual journeys.
In the long run,
there will be Road Signs,
many Gas Refills.
And yes, lots of Flat Tires
and even Dead Ends.

But still, they wait.
For the green light.
It will change.
It won’t always remain red.
In time, it will turn green.
And everyone can continue
Driving along their
Designated pathway.