The camera was on the dash, the car on the highway,
The fast lane. The highway softly bending to the right
And a concrete barrier, two feet high. There was no
Emergency lane. The video was labeled “Car Crash”
—Why I clicked it. I was sitting in my chair
For twenty-seven seconds watching the small strip
Of pavement spool beneath the hood. The windows
Above the screen: the blinds lowered. There was
No sound. Many cars went past. The car I watched
From never changed lanes. I had a cup of coffee
And an empty plate on the desk. It was coming.
My wife was away for the day, I was done eating,
I was waiting for something and it was coming.
You could feel that it was, what it was.
Couldn't you? I really would like to know