Gravity

This morning I drove to work as usual. I drove up to the locked gate and noticed the flashing lights in the intersection. The grey clouds cast an unsettling green color to the smoke coming up from the flares in the road. I started to take a drink of my coffee, rubbernecking with the rest of the passerbys when I saw the sheet. The ambulance wasn't there yet and the body lay there in the road like a monument to the street lights. I wondered if he had stopped for coffee at the gas station like I did that morning. I wondered if he was on his way to work or church. I wondered why so many people stood around gawking. I unlocked the gate and went to work. The rest of the day I thought about how delicate life is. How delicate we all are. Flesh, blood, water, bone. So very easily taken away. So very fragile. So vulnerable to the world we think is ours. The sun came out after lunch, a warm breeze, and no one at work gave a second thought to the sheet slightly damp from the drizzling rain that morning. Sigh.

"I been saving time for another life,Maybe happiness is coming but you don't know when,When..."