Windshield Chips

by Michael Penny

They are acts of fate;
travelling throws up its small gravel debris
and a star appears.

You’re angry
at the damage of these stars
you would never wish on.

They are distractions
things to see through
to the route you must follow

ignoring the other stars
that, for all you know, threw off
the solid particle air lifted from the road.

See them as gems set in your seeing,
their bright refraction a reward
for getting out into the world.

— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 3