The lights on the dash

Started to flash

The hood started to smoke

I slide onto the shoulder

Holding onto my head

In fear of it rolling off ….

.

And everything stopped

As the highway continued past,

Singing its fast arterial hum.

.

As I waited for rescue of a vehicular kind,

My soul took respite in the wild phlox

As they danced with Florida fritillaries.

There is always beauty.

Everywhere.