Movement

Signal’s red. I stop. Wait.

Cars on the road ahead rush past.

Then, gradually, the flow stops.

The road ahead of me is empty.

Signal’s still red. I still wait.

The car behind me honks.

It honks again. I check.

Signal’s still red.

Another car honks. Two more honk.

There’s now a din.

Caused by honking horns.

Panic. Alarm. Indecision. Hesitation.

I press the accelerator, rush forth.

Signal’s still red.

8 thoughts on “Movement

    1. Thanks a lot for your insightful comment! I did try to keep this poem simplistic and repetitive, but I did not realize that it was minimalism I was practicing, till you commented.

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