When I look in my rearview
Please don’t be for me.
We have all been there. We look up in our rearview and see that cop, his lights flashing, and our hearts just freeze (or race.. either one will do). Usually my first thought is… ‘what did I do? I wasn’t speeding was I?’ and then the immediate next thought is the last line in the haiku as I start chanting, ‘don’t be for me, don’t be for me’ in a silent prayer. Thankfully, I have never gotten a ticket.. which almost feels like I am tempting my luck, fate, or whatever just by posting that…. quick, where’s the wood???