Confessions

The traffic light on the crooked path
Is broken.
“Red” said I
“Green” I got instead,
Now I see “yellow”
And I don’t know what that means.

Some people think yellow
Is a sign
To speed up
Before they see RED
And others see YELLOW
As RED.
I think YELLOW
Means decisions…

I stare at the traffic light
And confess
That I’m afraid
Of error
Because if I tried to embrace it
I would not know
Which side
To ‘err’ on

I spent so much time
Saying “no”
And yet received firm whispers of
YES
And now I confess
That I may have outwitted myself
And set as an ambush
The traffic light