selfie #11: risk tolerance

the man at the bus stop      holds one arm over his head

and waves it in a slow wide arc        as the bridge collapses

in slow motion       the bus speeds past and does not stop

in the hospital room         paper cups of soup

cool on the window ledge        it is not the time for soup

it is not the time to pray for rain        or to fold cathedrals

from paper squares        when will you come for me       

I have been counting out loud         all these years         

the man at the bus stop         has not returned for weeks       

the hospital bed now empty        you should go now too       

no more waiting        no more backlit against the city skyline

while the buses speed by        they are extending

the crosswalk now        for our safety        but I say why not

let us all         just take our chances