Where does time go?

I was thinking about it as I walked through the crosswalk, pushing my bike beside me in my hands

The white stick figure on the other side of the street blinked

Maybe the time is under my feet

I prayed all the cars would stop at the red stop light above me

If they didn’t, it would sure be ugly

I hoped with everything to make it across to safety

There’s been so much death in the news lately

Time that escaped others

I guess in a roundabout way, we all become numbers

But I really didn’t want to die today

On a Friday afternoon, at age 36, it would be too soon

Riding my bike makes me feel like I can reclaim some time at least

It’s like being a kid again, at play, just now I pedal to work

It seems with each pedal, there’s another change, another deceased

I’ve gotta get home – for a stroll with my pup

A Saturday morning cup – with my husband – and cracking jokes

Crossing the crosswalk I sure do hope

To get home

Whether in the sky or the street, on a bike or in a car

We’re all going to die

Death will get you where you are

And I don’t know when

Nor do your friends

So go ahead and bask in: your bike ride, your coffee, your dog or spouse’s companionship

It’s all you might get

Our lives are like pavement chalk

We’re all somewhere in the crossswalk

Wherever you’re going, try to get there

Time doesn’t care