Crossing the Road
Small schoolgirl stands
at the kerb,
looking left, right,
and left again.
Cars and trucks
from both directions
stream past her.
She doesn’t move.
There are, here,
no crossing lights,
no painted stripes
on the road.
The little girl
stands still, looking
back and forth …
begins to cry.
Written as an example of Realism, for Weekly Scribblings #89 at Poets and Storytellers United.
I did my best to look from the outside and describe only what could be apprehended with the senses (while hoping those details would convey more) – but this was something I 'saw' from memory, in my mind's eye. The little girl was, once upon a time, me.