When our friends
in New Orleans
to their school’s Spirit Night,
we said yes, of course.
Our boy had never seen bumper cars before.
Fresh from our visit to neighborhoods
where beautiful old side-hall shotgun homes
with their blighted, empty cousins,
this crashing on purpose
looked a little crazier, even, than usual.
But memories of our own childhoods
complete with bumper car adventures
of electricity overhead
punctuated by sharp jolts
of anticipated impact)
outweighed his fears.
Our promise of safety
held true for one more day.
We drove and crashed and laughed
and steered directly towards
yet another crash.
No one got hurt.
And everyone went home smiling.
(Thanks to the women of http://3x3x365.blogspot.com/
for their continuing inspiration.)