Waiting For The Light To Change

Sitting in traffic alone beneath autumn trees,

feeling resentful,

spinning stories,

thinking about her.

Under the resentment,

a tangle of judgement roiled.

I sat, wanting the light to change

 when suddenly, somehow –

an untangling –

and she was separate

from my judging mind.

The wind shifted.

The light changed.

 The autumn trees showered me with gold.


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