National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 19
AIR BAG
I am pretty sure that I believe you,
that at the moment I really need you,
you will nitrogen-burst from your cavity
in the blink of fifty milliseconds
and keep the crash from ravaging me.
Will the lesson of faith have to wait
for an accident? Something
I cannot intentionally pursue.
Or is my faith real now as I drive
peacefully along this freeway with you?