“Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.”
   Amy Tan



A congenial aura
elated trekking
Intoning treasured verse
attention beckoning
Diligence provided
continual checking

Confirming with gauges
complying with code
Merged flawlessly towards
turnpike, cautious mode
Along breezed a rig
with a copious load

Heedless of rush hour
he rumbled on by
Remained in his route
to switch didn’t try
He hurled on the brakes
she let out a cry

The fish tail and slide
left black in its track
Furled over in excess
too dazed for fact
Copper tang on lips
beginning to act

Sinew taut
cerebral flailing
Knuckles clenched
composure failing
Ticker raging
pent up wailing

Red and blue strobes
redundant sound
Screeching and wrenching
the pros abound
Flames vaulting, acrid scent
soot all around

One outstretched mitt
foggy hood right behind
Echoing directives
“you will be fine”
Such hurtful screaming
not sure if it’s mine

Hours, minutes
seconds ticking away
that seized them today
Claimed these lives
on the earth they lay

What is happening
ascending brilliant light
Are eyes sealed , exposed
perceiving what’s right
Sense soaring heavenward
a tranquil flight

Radiance entices
no need to resist
While buoyant, wafting
in a cool opaque mist

At last home free
beseeching those I’ve missed
Brushed against His Grace
brows lightly been kissed