Poetry | Life | Accident | Miracle
A Switch Of Fortunate Events
The last time I saw death, was but a glimpse of what could be as I hit the brakes of my bike, drifting it around the motorway.
The car came fast, it came the wrong way, it overtook the lane where I was driving — a moment’s lapse I tried to stop the bike, in moment’s flash it hit the car’s side.
I remembered I was saved by the bell, I came near the car and knocked to ask him, “What the heck, can’t you see the way?”
It was a mistake — the old man apologized and then ran away.
As soon as he felt he was in the clear, he raced up and went like zoom.
I picked my bike, though barely without a scratch, some people asked me If I was okay, I said I am all right.
Started my bike — Vroom — and then made for the grocery store. I think about the time I had a snow cone, as I drove thinking about what had just occurred.






