None of Us Knows Where We're Going

Yesterday I looked a man,
with no nose or lips, in the eye
and said, "Hello," with as much confidence
as I would to any stranger.
This morning my neighbor told me of the rib
he broke just walking to his car
and slipping in our parking lot.
Tonight I walked three blocks in a snowstorm
to my car, all the while
praying there would be enough white
to cover the afternoon's slush,
now ice, so I wouldn't fall.
Standing, keys in hand,
I pray some more
that it won't snow so much
that I'll get stuck or struck somewhere
in the two miles to my apartment,
and lose my ability to speak....

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