Slow snow crash

Snow blows across my screen

As I careen balletically  through

Swirling grey and white and darkest blue.

There was that woman I knew once

Who like you could swerve and curve

And taunt my sensibilities.

And there was that child I knew

Who grew and slid

Beyond my view.

And there was that good thing I knew

I did for you and for others

Which melted away and was misunderstood.

And I cried too much

And I drank too much

And I lusted too much

And I believed too much

And I argued too much

And I wanted too much.

And I mistook religion for truth,

And failed to look inside enough

To see the quiet reality that

Could have set me free.

I missed the lesson.

And now in slow motion I careen across

This sliver of road and the gloom

Is always ten feet deep.

As trees and posts and cows and things swerve past

Going round me unbelievably fast

And then there's a shock and silence.

And almost nothing.

But not quite.

And now I see too much

In this still, dark night.


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