Merry-Go-Round

The earth spins round and round and I walk along the merry-go-round.

One mile in a circle from my home, I take a detour for some coffee. I come to a stop at the crosswalk of a large intersection. I watch the cars turning in pairs to the French music playing in my ears. I may never go to Paris but I feel it’s beauty here.

The green man says go but I hear sirens. A fire truck and ambulance are on the way. They inch out into the square to be seen and heard. They pause, we pause, and all is clear. Gradually, they speed by. But I wait. A car turns the corner rapidly ignoring me. And I wait.

I began my walk hiding underneath black clothes and sunglasses. My dark thoughts leading the way. But on this corner I find joy in presence through observing traffic. And I wish to be seen and share this beauty.

A kind man in a kind car waves to me. I have 15 seconds to cross the long road. I jog to the count down, 5…4…3…2…1. The cars and I go our separate ways traveling to the sounds of the merry-go-round.

Author: AshleyKagaoan

Ashley Kagaoan is a wife, mother, writer, & yogi. She resides in Southern California with her family. Ashley writes poetry and self-help messages. She is currently studying to become a certified health coach through the Institute of Integrative Nutrition.