I was just seconds away
from disaster today;
around the bend
and out of site
of a four-car pile up;
Thankfully no fatalities
but plenty of mess...

And, at that moment of discovery,
I wasn't thinking about my husband
Or my children
Or the possibility of dying;
All I thought was:
"I never got to know my real self
My alter ego
My invisible friend..."

What was that?

A dangerous brush with reality?
A near-death experience?
The acknowledgement
of a close shave -
like a moth to a flame?

Or the sharp focus
of perspective,
like the plotting
of co-ordinates on a map,
highlighting the truth
of how things are?

Or how you would
like them to be...

Close encounters
of the third kind

* * * *

I'm glad I'm alive
and in a place
where regrets
can come back
to haunt us!