Turning right, and I heard him braking
somewhere to my rear, breaking the lane
that is not a lane, from spaces reserved
for parking, a cyclist curbing up before
careening into the passenger door of my
elderly minivan, unsuccessfully stopped.
He waved to me, rising, acknowledging
Stopping, getting out, I tried to flag him
down, to make sure he was not riding off
concussed (yes he was wearing a helmet),
but he moved away too quickly, directly away
from our collision, as if in flight.
It hardly matters. I’ll take this on myself,
Had he dropped from the sky, landed
on my roof, and fallen into traffic, I would
claim my turn ill-considered, and blame my
own ignorance and blind spot, usually reserved
for confrontation, malevolence, and detail.
All I am trying to say is this: I should
have known to check the sky for falling
bicycles. I resolve to fail better tomorrow.