Where Are You Going?

by M. M. Kolf

There on the face

Of a sphere

That spins while racing

Swift orbits

Encompassing a flawless star

Set in the freezing vastness

Of a cold black universe.

There you are

Sitting in your car

Staring at a red light

To watch the change

That you might move your foot

And be off

To the next light.

Where are you going?

Without a thought

To what might be waiting

After all the lights

And after all the goings

When all that’s left is you

Staring at your maker.