Chaos

I lost control of my car

going ninety

down a wet highway

at night in the summertime

steering wheel spinning

the cement divider

coming at me

a car behind me

and because it was the country

and maybe with some spirituality

came the field of grass

that cradled my spun out wheels

in the mud there was traction

my car at an angle

the car behind me

whipping by at eighty mph

I rolled down my window

breathed in the wet highway

slick with the promise of daylight

and drove off into the nighttime