Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention


I was supposed to die. 
More than once.
In a car, driving too fast
or erratically.

It is my race car driver foot.
And my cavalier attitude.
My impatience and my devils-may-care-self.
I know this, and yet still I crash up cars.

Expecting to die.
Wishing to die?
Feeling disappointed I have not been able to die?
It is curious. But sometimes I walk away, terribly disappointed.

My cars get severely injured, and yet here I am.
In one piece, not a broken neck, a broken arm or a broken foot.
Once when I was flying through the air I expected to land on a glass T-top roof.
I knew I was a goner.

But then from the bowels of my soul
I heard my voice cry out “God, help me!”
And that car flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.
I landed with a WHOMP in a snowdrift, wheels down.

The guy who walked sixty feet in four-foot deep snow 
Asked me “how I did it”.
He said he worked in a pit crew at the Indy 500 once upon a time.
He had never seen anything like it.
I have never seen anything like it either, and yet, it happened to me.



Written 12-27-2021
Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Shirley Hawkins December 27, 2021 at 9:26 PM Divine Intervention, for sure. I'm surprised you found the courage to carry on driving. I think this is a winner. Caren Krutsinger December 28, 2021 at 3:37 AM I love to drive Shirley; I truly missed my calling. When I take a career assessment test, it says I have more in common with race car drivers than people with any other professions.

Ilene Bauer December 27, 2021 at 10:56 AM So glad it worked out the way it did, Caren! Caren Krutsinger December 28, 2021 at 3:38 AM Thank you Ilene. It was 1980, and I had a three month old and a five and six year old at home, so I guess God wanted me to stay and raise them.

L Milton Hankins December 27, 2021 at 8:12 AM Caren...it only takes one time and wham, that's the end. So, slow down, for goodness sakes. Obviously, you have so much to give to the world, you are here for a purpose. Don't throw it away for something called speed! Caren Krutsinger December 28, 2021 at 3:38 AM Hahahaha I think my lead foot is slightly better these days Hank; snicker. snicker.