Check Engine Again
How was it that a check engine light could create so much havoc?
I saw it blink at me
undermining the moment's plans,
an unlikely metaphor really.
those vital to the smooth running of things
What would have happened
had I done so
on that spring morning you died
would I have felt that loss less keenly I wonder,
would I feel it less now?
your death left me fractured,
ground at the edges like so much
and once ground
those pieces never fit together again
so when that check engine light came on today
I pounded the steering wheel and cried
for both of us.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 22014
Posted for Poet's United Poetry Pantry