''Not My Time''
I was driving from Montreal to Ottawa and the snow had just started. But,
it was nothing to worry about. However, an hour out the snow was falling
quite heavy and a wind was blowing. Around a curve the traffic had stopped
so, of course I had to stop too. I was adjusting the radio when I looked in
my mirror and saw transport truck lights coming toward me at a very high
speed. I thought it was going to slow down and stop. But, it did not and
kept coming. My car was hit and I was flying over the cars. I looked down
and thought how is this possible! Life did not flash in front of me but, I was
sure I would die. My car came crashing down on the medium in the middle
of the highway and I heard a loud crunching sound. Then, I was spinning and
spinning. When the car stopped it was facing oncoming traffic. The police
were there and opened my door, helping me out. I looked at my car and
there was nothing left from behind the front seat. The car was split in two.
The policeman said to me, "It was not your time, Miss." Within minutes of walking away, my car was hit by oncoming traffic. That's when I cried and
started shaking. There is no way I should have survived that accident. So,
I am convinced that there was divine intervention at work. God, was not
ready to have me. The next day my whole body ached even my hair. I was
bruised but there was nothing broken. People died that day but I was not
one of them for some reason beyond my understanding . . .
the snow thick and wet
fierce wind roaring like a train . . .
cars lay in pieces
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December 17, 2021
Poetry/Haibun/''Not My Time''
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1413-549-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Divine Intervention
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 1/4/2022
First Place
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