Crossroads

As a child,
I would walk bare foot to school,
Avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk.
"If you step on a crack you'll break your mothers back"
The children would sing inside my head.

It was always foggy then.
And sometimes
I would see the Santa Maria sailing calmly beneath the hanging stop sign
That divided my street like a mezzaluna.

I now step between bricks much of the time,
And ride the expressway to work.