Fulton @ 14th


You cruise smoothly, without a care

Up and into the highway curve whose destination

you can’t see, telling yourself

It must be OK, it always has been, will be.

And it is.


Later, a block or two from the end of your day, 

A guy ignores all prudence

much less rules, hurtles into

your face, your way.


How it ends depends on you.


We sail along, imagining life

is the smooth, care-free curve

when really it is some crossroad 

near home in an unguarded moment.

 © Philip Knight 2018