Gold Spot

The yellow light.
The moment of moments, where it’s all or nothing,
in life and everything.
The gold spot, betwixt the furious clot and the envious dot.
The middle child of the traffic triplets,
and the Schrodinger’s Cat of earnest hesitation
flattened on the asphalt.
The middle lane of every relationship forked or merged.
Do you speed or do you slow,
do you stay or do you go?