Of Ropes and Roads

A funny thing happened tonight
On my way into the shop,
I couldn’t take another step
Where I walked, I stopped
And stared at Your sunset
Lighting the clouds
And screamed silently in my soul,
But made no noise aloud.
I considered death,
But knew I was trapped.
I stood still and stared.
People overlapped.
Then they starting looking up
And talking to me
About the evening color
Being a beauty.
Younger ones,
Cameras held high,
Started taking pictures
Of the pinked sky
The fingernail moon
Winking back
Softened splendor
Soon to ebb black.
So many stopping in wonder
They had no way to know
I was only stalled in the street
Because there was no way to go.