Proof

This morning,
while driving to the airport,
I imagined, for just a second,
the semi
crashing into me.

I thought of my mother
while a white dove flew above the interstate.
This is the truth and I wonder why.

I have so many things to say and I do not know how to say them anymore.

I watched a building burning,
and I, too, burned.
I watched two cars collide,
and I felt myself colliding
with this city that is not mine.

What can I say, but the truth,
that I am medium?

What can I say, but the truth,
the drunk man from New Iberia who wouldn't put his shirt back on died right there on Bourbon Street.

I'm searching the dictionary,
trying to define "Okay"
but we all have our ideas.

Here is the proof,
I thought I was

and you didn't.