Why do we allow for disaster?
NASA knew how high the probability
The Challenger flight would fail.
Yet, it drifted into the clouds that day—
Faulty O-rings & all.
So when I left you there—
In a driveway I so often came home to
I knew this was maybe the only disaster that I could prevent
Despite still being broken apart by it.
The whole ride on a highway I would likely never take again
I watched the people in their cars around me; we sat in traffic
For what felt like whole days. The people around me alone
Or not alone.
I wanted to pull over & just start walking on the gravel breakdown lane.
Wanted to feel anything touch my body to remind me that I was indeed
Still alive.
Photograph by Kelly DuMar
Smoky Quartz 