Later, we see the crumpled chassis
on the news
cracked windshield glass
drenched in red
like desert roses,
a child's shoe on the sidewalk
a cell phone that
will never vibrate again
black bags
orderlies staring at the ground
crushed grass
the ugly innards of the hood
smashed sooty pipes,
then
lives reaching into infinity
a couple
a mother with two kids
friends going out on the town
a truck driver
young adults
a starring actress
a crooner
a basketball player
a three-month old baby
a legend of journalism
the official cause of the accident
lack of adaptation to road conditions

Often as I drove that way
along a dark stretch of road
I catch sight of the full Moon
so starkly dazzling and perfect
with a color for which there really is no word
in our language
magnetically attracting
out of this world
promising,
I stare
my whole body shivers with fear and pleasure
when I realize with an almost negligible sliver of myself
that I've swerved across the solids white line,
I barely swerve back,
go on breathing
and think

well maybe they just saw the Moon.