Glad to be alive
tonight. Last night when I was coming
home nearing midnight an older lady, grandmother type misjudged red for green
and entered an intersection of her life into mine, abrupt, flash consciousness,
inches matter sort of deal, the speed of breaths, the what-if’s homogenized
brew of head clot of Cinderella won’t actually have to worry about that tick
past twelve because another human’s foot chose to accelerate the compression of
the wrong pumpkin. A day of work, yoga,
writing and a final pursuit of slumber got elongated into three a.m. Mice scurrying and glass shattered, ache
bones, NOPD blue lights and comprehending how quickly the tongue can find no
more liquid in the water grail. The
other driver and I will be all right.
Anger, frustration, have no place in still waters. May you give your passengers a kiss and as
you drive the focus to breathe that full arc of ribs savoring the moment,
empathy for the fickle frailness and that first inch of sunrise welcoming a
body to dawn.
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