Poem for today

Semaphore

Thank you for bringing me here, to this cliff. Suddenly I’m aware of my toes on the pebbles and thorn-grass. I can hear my mouth, my nose, a quiet thud thud in my throat. I am broken streetlight. The honeycomb Red, Yellow, and Green ring out, all at once, confusing traffic: wrecks, collisions, pile ups. My breath now the only vehicle darting through the tunnels and streets, your name belted to my tongue.