That Feeling

It’s that feeling you get
When a semi truck

Big burdened with blind spots

Starts to merge
Into your lane into you

And that SUV you’re wearing,
Great gleaming solid thing

Suddenly seems as small
As a helplessness

And the muscles in your back
Quiver/clench in anticipation

Of the shudder, crunch, crashing
Oh my God, you’re going to die

And it doesn’t happen:
Breathing, breathing, hands shaking.

It’s that feeling.