In amber lights, the electronic display
on the highway message sign read:
Slow down … for the unknown.
And I did. All day. I drove slower.
Walked slower. Typed slower. Ate
slower. My eyes trained on the horizon,
my whole body sensitive, hyper-alive,
as if a deer might leap out, as if a great
piñata might appear, as if a lover
might curl his wicked finger, as if
the sky itself might write me a love letter,
as if the road might lift like a ribbon in the wind,
as if anything, anything could happen,
anything, even nothing.