I woke up this morning, still at odds
Went through the routine of a work day.
Until I got to the stop light.
My mind somewhere else,
I was stopped,
across the line,
center of the intersection.
How did I ended up here;
was it by chance? did I do it on
purpose, with intent? was it a sign?
I pictured a truck speeding toward me
and hitting, at 50 mph, the driver’s
side of my car.
I hear cars honking at me,
their horns not beeping
but instead saying:
My foot comes off of the
brake and I start