Another situational topic...the one I"d previously described in my other piece like this. The situation of being hit by a car...



It all was slow.

Or was it so fast that,

I never had time to even properly notice

the woman on the sidewalk screaming “Look out!”

as two thousand pounds of metal struck me.

I touched the sky, feeling nothing,

not the gentle breeze that had been stirring,

nor the shock to my system, also screaming,

scrambling to recover all my senses as I hit the ground.

…

Was it all too slow to comprehend?

Or was it so fast that I hardly experienced it at all?

Six months of pondering, and yet I still am clueless.

Legs broken, disks slipped into my spinal cord,

not to mention as well my elbow had dislocated

when I had hit the ground. Or was it before? (these memories pound me.)

I cannot remember that treacherous night.

You’d think I’d consider myself a lucky man to even be alive.

But I don’t. I don’t even remember what happened exactly,

If it was his fault for being drunk during Halloween night,

or if the fault was mine, because I didn’t bother looking either way,

as I crossed the street.