The McKinley Review Magazine

Brief Encounter At a Red Light

By: Grant Guy | Posted on: July 2018 

At the stop light orchestra

Our cars purring in disunity

 

What does she see as she stares ahead

(Oblivious of me)

 

I look at her

 

Is this a Beckett eternity

Or a Chekhov forever

 

Isolated Compact Exempt

 

At the stop light orchestra

Our cars purring in disunity

 

What dies she see as she stares ahead

(Oblivious of me)

Behind her sunglasses

The future the nothing

Is there no origin No future

All there is is all there is

A Beckett pause

Frozen in the blinkered time of empty space

Imprisoned in a confined space

 

What does she see

An absurd theatre of life

A motionless Beckett

 

Or a Chekhov moving but not going anywhere

A woman of pathos Pathos is her government

With a  beginning and ending

 

Her eyes will not give away her secret

They look blindly into the void

Or into an endless future

 

She may be heading somewhere

But in the end all she will only have the void

Does not matter to her

Does it matter to me

 

Doesn’t matter

We remains anonymous to one another

We shall never meet

At the stop light orchestra

Grant Guy is a Canadian poet, writer and playwright. He has over one hundred

poems and short stories published in internationally. He has three books published:

Open Fragments, On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop His plays

include an adaptation of Paradise Lost and the Grand Inquisitor. He was the 2004

recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC

Making A Difference Award.