Walking to the Store

Waiting at the red light to cross the big street,

I always step back from the curb to be visible, as I am vulnerable.

Across the several lanes of traffic

a silver car slows to make a right (it has the light).

I catch sight of the woman driving with smooth confidence,

steady agency,

and it occurs to me,

(perspective: historically)

fearlessness reigns

with the car as the apparatus,

as there and there and here and there they go,

finally, the commoners have attained knighthood status

each and all

(ostensibly so)

clad in a suit of armor.