The Message

No, not The Message bible translation. This message is one from the archives. From a long time ago, when I lived where it often snowed heavily. I did not have a car--if fact, I felt like cars were evil. I used to dream that I was standing at the intersection of East Lane Avenue and North High Street with a shoulder bag full of rocks, and I would scream and yell and throw them at the passing cars. Now I understand that it was not the cars that were evil. Anyway, this is from that time, circa 1980.

The Message
While I walk, a silent snow takes the city.
Cars become intruders: threatening, whispering,
"Go home, go home."
But I walk on, imagining the sidewalk is safe.
Disobeying the sign, I weave a secret pattern in the crosswalk,
Leaving a message for the next night walker:
"Safe to cross here, brother."