what if I were to say no
one was hurt.
what if I were to mourn his great-grandmother
her car, taken from us ignobly
and sudden as a rat-trap.
what if I described disruption
and betrayal, how his friends took his trust
and car without permission
only to crash, yards from school
and how pain in the flesh
how you can focus on it, curse it, push against it
might be preferable
to that hollow, churning pit-sense
we forget we have, until it bites.
what if I were to give them all time
machines to travel in
and the wisdom to choose differently
what if I were to give that to myself?
one eye closed, Bessie will have none of that.
only what comes next.
obliquely to Kerry’s Let’s Go Back in Time prompt, in the imaginary garden with real toads.
Note: yes, this was today. My elder son’s “friends” took a (very short) joy ride in his car (which once belonged to his great-grandmother).
No joy in the ride, nor in the foreseeable future. We won’t dwell on the boys’ truancy, or lack of actual driver’s licenses, or how one of them fled the scene. Thankfully no one was hurt, and my son was not in the car.
My present 12-hour workdays just got longer, so please forgive my relative silence…