My love is leaving,
Going on an errand without me.
She grabs her purse,
Heads for the door,
And I wonder,
Is this the last day of her life?
I urgently say,
“Drive careful!”
Should I delay her departure
With idle conversation,
Interrupting some calamitous chain of events?
Or would my interference set events in motion
Threatening accident and harm?
Whatever comes,
I will feel responsible
For what I did,
Or what I did not do,
Wondering,
In a thousand different ways,
Can I truly guide the hand of fate,
At all?
~ Russ Allison Loar
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