The Road

How change in life sometimes happens.

I stood upon the southern side,
with all intent to make a stride,
to walk across the road.

I stood with sun upon my shoulder,
feet apart and feeling bolder,
to walk across the road.

I took a quick but lengthy lunge,
and like a slamming door expunged
my fear to cross the road.

I tingled with the anxious thought
of what would be, or what would not,
as I walked across the road.

I stand upon the northern side,
and contemplate the wayward stride,
it took to cross the road.