Truth is.. pt IV

Six thirty five.
there was an accident outside
on the street
this truck came out of nowhere
and slammed its massive head onto
an oncoming two seater Honda at 50 miles
head on with a
shockingly
crunching sound not unlike
bones breaking from jumping off of a tall building
and one driver was severely wounded
his head dangling unnaturally from his neck as his time
stopped in its tracks and whatever he was doing on his
way home was forgotten in an instant of adrenaline and
fear,
crashing violently, car collapsing all around him.
He
appeared asleep, cradled on the pillow of the
air bag for a moment and then awoke
screaming in vietnamese, his left eye closed.
Broke both legs.
Is that how you say 'mother' in vietnamese?
There was some blood, i think the windshield broke
and the shards showered him like diamond dust
he may have lost an eye, i hear the paramedics say
and the cop is directing traffic away
while i am sitting on my knees at the window sill
watching this.
This man is not having dinner with his wife tonight.

This man, he doesn't know it,  but he is about to have a massive heart attack

in ten minutes, right on the asphalt as they are carrying him away to the hospital.

He is not meeting his mistress at the motel for a quick tryst.
He is not going to kill someone tonight, as he had planned.
He is not going to work tomorrow, but he wasn't going to anyway.


The broken cars are towed away like dead diseased people dragged behind horses
and i am still here, planning, and changing, spinning my own wheels at a 100 miles an hour
thinking i'll still wake up tomorrow, and everything will be again  as it should.

And I am the man in that car, one moment before impact, trying to make sense of everything
i can lay my hands on in a 1000th of a second

And in this eternity, the light of freedom shines bright as blood in front of me.