RIC S. BASTASA

You haven’t experienced riding in a car meeting a ten-wheeler truck
Surprisingly on a curve
And the driver beside you slept,

You see the truck approaching the car
Where you are inside it,

Something sure singles you out
The unalterable, the inevitable
The collision that could not be evaded,

In that experience, you know what
Inevitable was, you closed your eyes

It was a miracle
You survived.