Nearly Fatal Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Going to a familiar destination
the street lights are glowing
Marking the distance behind
giving a hint to where I'm going

Intermittent spotlights focus
Flickering memories hazily occur
nothing new… just another rerun
Unaware of time…everything is a blur

Automatic responses control motion
as though someone else is at the wheel
Unexpectedly a figure steps into my path
A swerve brings me back to what is real

1/21/2010