I stood on a street corner ...

I stood on a street corner early one morn;
A traffic cop directed cars and walkers;
Growling, he pointed this way, waved that way;
I held tight my girls' hands; he said, "cross now girls."

Did he speak only to my nursery?
Or did he also include me whom he barred
From the cosmos of men and men's doings --
Or was I barring myself from that norm?

We went to Minowaskan park, the girls and I;
I sat waiting upon them timelessly,
Care-worn, ground down with my life project,
Among mothers ground down by my life project;
Seduced by stars and Mars, uranium and pearls.
God blessed me with time to cross my girls.

©1990, John A. Mills