The Still Point of Consciousness

Waiting to cross the busy road,
I close my eyes.

Traffic roars through a still point of consciousness.

Where am I?
Is there a separate self outside the knowing of these sounds?

Breath flows in,
Breath flows out.
Peace is here.

Lights change,
Feet move,
Thoughts rush in.

The moment’s passed,
But stillness remains.

I am transformed.