To the Man Speeding Through the Crosswalk

 
Maybe you too wish
we did not live
in a world so rushed
that you could not find
the time to brake
for a mother and her small child
crossing the street.
Time being
money, and
more precious
than any aftermath.
But anyway
I saw you and pulled
my toddler out of harm’s way–
your way.
You would not meet my eye;
so determined, you were
to leave that intersection.

How easy it is
to forget
how vulnerable
people are,
how easily
we all break,
and how much
we must rely
on each other
to safely
get through
every day.
How hard it is
to get you
to care,
and maybe
this is because
you have
no imagination, and
if this world were
the only world
I could think of,
maybe I, too,
would seek
to cultivate
a certain
callousness.
I can’t tell you
how mad I am.
You left us.
No one else was there.
No one else but you knows
how close we come
to calamity.

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