In my old neighbourhood
I stop at a light-controlled intersection
that didn’t used to be,
On the corner
I see a glimmer of a younger me
in my safety patrol vest,
the stop sign at my back,
waiting for the whistle to spring to action
These days, a safety patrol student sometimes needs back-up from adults.
Bizarre, eh? I don’t even recall if we had an adult out with us at all.