Lines in the sand
Down the side of a page
Constraints we place
Some things in here
Not over there
Yet our lives spread
Like spilt milk
Just as suddenly, accidentally
Even while we are so busy trying to control
*there was an awful accident here on the week-end. Some young people flipped a car, killing two, injuring the others badly.
An accident. On a lazy Sunday afternoon, when the worst thing to happen should have been forgetting to put the roast on.
Now two families have lost so much, so devastatingly quickly, thoroughly, dreadfully.
It cannot be recalled or controlled or contained – it has happened.
We think we can control things – we worry about our children right up until we die – it does nothing.
Nothing can be done.
Life is so excruciatingly wild.