Life?

There are moments

like the blowing of leafs in a fall breeze

or slamming your hand in a car door

where realization hits

like pulling out into traffic and not quite dying

but knowing

that you could.

On such a day as this we might as well be in the grave.

It’s so

dark.

The crunch of the gravel beneath feet

as we run or walk

or defy fate in a number of other ways,

like ants.

Only without a purpose.

Light glares through church window panes and between the trees

making beautiful shapes

we notice

and smile and breathe and carry on.