Certain beams from the sun get through my blinds
and make reflections on my television screen.
There is nothing I can do to stop this.
This same sun casts light right now on my friend Megan
as she falls out of her car that turns over more than once.
Megan’s arm is breaking, she falls and lands on her head.
Her baby is inside her, “in the safest place possible,” she says.
Her head is bleeding, it needs ten staples and stitches.
She is not sad. The sun goes down as she closes her eyes
on the side of the road. We are not close together.
It is easier for me to see my television with the glare gone.
I am not in any danger, at night now, talking to Megan on the phone,
I know I am in a safest place.