May Day

a day in other words
screaming for help, for
aid, calling an SOS
least back in '89

with sun in the eyes
and gravel giving way
to a river of gray tar...
that one particular car

and a moment flows
into a bright warm glow
while a mother screams
and dares to do what
others won't to keep
a child's life in this world

a moment flows into
an ocean not so blue
where a child was digging
at an ant den just a few
years before this crash

the intersection beyond
the gravel and the tar
a cross of time and of space
of fateful and divine pace
that shrugs off accidents

where the child went
and what ventured back
what glows in that sky
the when, and where, and why

wakens to a piece of glass
pulled from scalp and hair
the shattered moment that
flowed into a bright warm glow
passing through the window
as Alice had done before
and many will do again

night skies have ever changed
and nonsense is more logical
chaos has even lost its charm
this crash did little harm