Stop

yesterday,
I was out
in the sun
on the melting tar,
wheels turning,
moving
relentlessly,
not so keen
to stop.

and then,
a circle of red
caught
the white of my eye,
and I stopped
out of habit,

not to curse
or rant,
or wait,
but to look around
at everything
moving
and still,
and that piece
of vast blue open sky.