You pull over on the side of a road
and you look at it: what is it? Or, maybe
you should ask what it was before you hit it: nothing ever,
by the looks of it. The more you look at it
the less sense it starts to make, like
a Rorschach test and the lifeless words
used to describe it: black, white, flat . . .
Leave it alone. It’s done. And by “done” I mean
finished before it began. There’s no use
in trying to save it, breathe it back
into a shape. The most you can do is
bless it and move on, tell others
a long time ago you thought you saw one, whatever it was
or could have been.
Grant Quackenbush is from San Diego.