Before and After--poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  No Houses

I know this is territory I've covered before, but...

Now, what was I doing the day before everything changed,

before my life was irrevocably and drastically rearranged?

Oh, I was probably telling myself for the thousandth time,

look for something challenging, a new paradigm,  

to quit my slaving job and become a writer--

see, I viewed my job as a malcontent breeder.

Meaning fighting the daily war wasn't for me,

I felt like I was stuck in a rut, and I longed to see

what else was out there--something creative,

Instead of the same thing, every day, holding me captive.




In those few seconds before everything I had disappeared,

before the struggles into my memory have been indelibly seared,

I was probably planning the trip over the mountains that night.

My in-laws were expecting us--and then I probably caught sight

of the Jeep Grand Cherokee that decided now would be

a great time to turn--only one problem with that, she didn't see

my truck, and I apparently had just passed another car,

so needless to say, her turning plans didn't get very far.

We hit head-on, with me going fifty-five.

Everyone said I was lucky just to survive,

and I guess I am, but it's hard not to be angry just a bit,

at the carelessness, daydreaming, and inattentive shit.

In some ways she did me a favor, sent me in a new direction,

but that one scatterbrained decision has driven a hard bargain.




Submitted: August 01, 2015

© Copyright 2022 Mike Stevens. All rights reserved.

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