A Moment

How quickly the world moves!
Cars, trains, planes surging towards destinations at inconceivable speeds in record times.
As a child of the Millennial Generation,
I too have expected life to be easy, fast, and wasteful.

When I am late for work, I plead for time to slow.
Not to ruminate or think or to help others,
but for my own selfish gain,
to earn a conceptual value bestowed on pretty paper rectangles.

A traffic light turns red,
my car grumbles at the interruption,
a clear abomination against all things quick and hasty.
I am forced to sit still a moment.

To wait or ponder,
I try to avoid both.
And yet, I happen to glance at a tall streetlight
illuminating a spot of air speckled with soft snow

Twisting and twirling,
pushed and pulled by a svelte wind.
Their un-choreographed dance
Is as refined and polished as any ballet.

The short-lived flakes
are relieved by new spectacles of frozen water
tumbling down from white clouds,
prepared for the next-

-the green light blinks
and in a roar of engines,
tires gripping pavement,
The world moves on.