Poetry
After the Accident
And the gratitude that followed
I see each moment as a photograph now
I breathe in deep so as to hold each image tight
To squeeze it into my brain
To scar it into my memory
And never let it go.
I’m grateful for each blink of an eye
So desperately grateful
That I see beauty in almost everything now
In all of it.
In the car skidding on water, dancing with the storm
In our lives suspended in air, movement in slow motion
In the silence of the fall, the internal screams
In the knowing of the moment, our powerlessness to fate
In the intake of breath, that did not know it’s exhale would come
In the ferns and trees that gently cushioned our fall
In the fate of the moment that granted us our lives.
A memory of beauty, burnt over a memory of fear
To scribble out the ugly
And to squeeze in the beauty
After the accident, each moment is a photograph I hope will never fade.
