If I had not had to look for my keys,
or go back for my phone,
I might have been that one minute earlier.
Or maybe earlier in the day,
if I had not got that phone call,
or had trouble finding my shoes,
we might have been one minute earlier.
Instead as we drove away,
one minute later,
we gave way at the roundabout.
The jeep pulled out ahead of us.
For today was the day he was one minute earlier.
We watched without a word,
as he continued to drive,
oblivious of direction or speed,
into the path of the jeep in front.
The one who was one minute earlier.
Because we were one minute later,
we were the next in line.
The ones who saw it all unfold in slow motion.
The ones who got away without a scratch.
Thankfully there was no tragedy here.
The jeep was a strong four by four,
with no passenger on board.
The sleeping driver was saved,
by the fast reactions of the man in the jeep.
Two cars were a right off.
But no one badly hurt.
I was next in line,
driving a car which was not as big as a jeep.
My youngest daughter was in the back.
Thankfully today, for whatever reason,
we were running one minute late.
Maybe it was not our time.
But it makes you think.
Life really sometimes is just a lottery.
Today we hit the jackpot.
He was on time.
We were one minute late.
Who knows what I would be writing,
if in fact today we were on time.