What if...
At the northern tip of Lake Michigan, Having just crossed the magnificent bridge And turned west onto highway 2 I gasped at the beauty Blues and teals glimmering As the tips of waves caught the sun through tree-lined marshes The lake spread out before me I yearned to get a kayak and move through it. Settling in I briefly looked down To adjust the AC in the car Then looked up and there you were Your eye met mine And I was certain we were about to collide This beautiful deer, crossing the road That had been built across Ancient sacred deer land, The highway of threat And there we were eye to eye I gasped, stepped on the brake, And braced myself. You, already running fast Increased your speed And leapt off the road Into the trees and were gone. The collision in my mind did not happen. Your strength and beauty and grace pulled You away from an almost horrible collision And off you went to carry on your day. I drove on, shaken, weeping. What if?