be mindful of them.

Miracle

Not the one who takes up his bed and walks
But the ones who have known him all along
And carry him in —

Their shoulders numb, the ache and stoop deeplocked
In their backs, the stretcher handles
Slippery with sweat. And no let up

Until he’s strapped on tight, made tiltable
And raised to the tiled roof, then lowered for healing.
Be mindful of them as they stand and wait

For the burn of the paid-out ropes to cool,
Their slight light-headedness and incredulity
To pass, those ones who had known him all along.

- Seamus Heaney
in Human Chain

life is often like that.

some days, i ride along
so hyper-aware of everything around me.
scent of morning traffic.
slant of sun.
wind direction.
i am so unconsciously processing
it always astounds me when
unsubtle and loud
i sense something
HUGE
approaching


it's always too late as i
brace myself for the inevitable to come
certain catastrophe
encroaching

and
THEN
with
nerves
jangling
i realize
that
HUGE SEMI TRUCK
or passenger bus
is headed
MY WAY
as only


a
shadow

a giggly relief:
it's good to know,
life is often like that.








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