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granite

by Kristina Woodhill

the red stop sign
did not dictate
the moment
of cessation,
its guideline
stood calmly
on a secure post
as the two vehicles
entered the
icy intersection
like two granite
curling stones
thrown slowly
yet ever so
precisely in
a moment of
cosmic confusion
forgetting
perpendicular truth
and the odds

02/18/2009

Author's Note: Our friend's friend's father was killed today in a small town with little traffic at a quiet intersection on an icy morning. Timing....

Posted on 02/19/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mara Meade on 02/19/09 at 08:04 AM

Akh... you described this so well; the timing, the slo-mo of it, the chances/odds. My condolences to the family.

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/19/09 at 02:31 PM

Like all things tragic, at the moment they appear to take place so slowly as if trying to hold on as long as possible. Nicely done Kristina.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/19/09 at 02:48 PM

That "perpendicular truth" line is an utmost creative one, Kristina.

How fragile life is.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/19/09 at 03:33 PM

...kristina, the words are precious, the event sad...what a wonderous capture of "him" and i too like the perpenidicular truth...

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 02/19/09 at 04:25 PM

Yesterday driving home, I came upon the immediate aftermath of a very bad accident involving a car and a day care van. A direct and true Perpendicular hit into the side of the car. Deeply shaken, I returned home and soon after found your words, reflecting some of my present thoughts. In this case, no fatalities, and amazingly, no children seriously hurt.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/19/09 at 05:25 PM

Timing is everthing. I am no longer all. I am nolober allowed to drive, but I see near misses every time I'm in the car. You captured this tragedy so beautifully. Excellent as alwayd!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/20/09 at 09:35 AM

An inevitable occurrence due to the action of immutable natural laws. Sad, sad laws that they are...

Posted by Jared Fladeland on 02/22/09 at 04:29 PM

I love the curling metaphor, and the last few lines rock. Living in north Dakota we live through these road conditions about half the year. I've seen and been involved in enough close calls to know exactly what this is about

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/09 at 02:42 PM

This reminds me of the precariousness of life and no matter how sturdy and grounded we might think we are, cessation can come quickly and without warning. You poetically describe a tragic moment and cause me to pause and notice this precious eternal moment. Thank you, Kristina.

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