Walk a mile

Today I walked in someone else's shoes. It was a brief moment. I caught my breath as I stopped to pull the car over to the side of the road and hold the weight in my chest. During this traffic stop I suddenly understood that my poetry was breaking apart the nuts and bolts of something bigger than me, bigger than the weekend plans I had made, bigger than my own needs. I finally understood what my brain had been trying to tell my heart all these months. The lines that connect my desire to my fortitude tangled, tripped my stride and I slowed to a stop. Today. I noticed someone else from the bleachers of this game we have been playing. She looked me straight in the eyes and shook her fist.