Caught

crosswalk button
     blinking for precious moments
stop,pause,stop,pause,stop
dead center
     traffic rushes through
you –
the fine tips of hair
turn to razor whips
     lacerating fragile face
this is speed
     caught in the middle
so fast
     rain wont stop here
concrete is hot
     uniform tracks lay
like dried rivers
          through concrete jungles
this vine was
     I caught it sailing
a thought: it was safe
          but the button stopped
before my time
     and this is speed
to passing mobiles
          I am caught
and no one will stop
     without this broken signal
          no one will stop