Worlds Collide Stars Collapse Poem by Shaun Cronick

Red light.
Stop.
Wait.
Keep waiting.
They'll change soon.
In a moment or two.
I look around me and see...
Always in so many.
The boredom.
It's a killer.
So infuriating.
This waiting.
This waiting game.
Some people can't wait a minute.
It feels like an hour.
So agonizing.
They view the red light,
With hatred.
It's their enemy.
They want to destroy it.
They want to defy the laws of physics,
As if some heat ray will emanate from their eyes.
And melt the infernal traffic light to oblivion.
Then the lights change again.
Red, amber.
Get ready they tell themselves.
Then green.
Go!
And in all that time from red to green,
Worlds collide,
Stars collapse,
And thousands of babies are born on earth,
Enjoying the warm loving embrace of happy and proud mothers.