40. Close Call (Myshkin, 2020) · quatrains

The darkness makes my driving sneaky tough. This mountain two-lane road is wide enough For me, another car and nothing more. What happens next just shakes me to my core. I swerve and swerve again. I’m still alive! I don’t know how. My inner peace can drive? I missed both black cow taking up my lane And car that came the other way. Insane. No time for life to flash before my eyes, I stop. My body shakes out the surprise. Two seconds more would kill, instead of scare. Such strange convergence, cow and car—so rare. I say “If this was my last day...” a lot. That's real tonight, beyond the abstract thought.