Black Ice Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Like an atom or a molecule,
it is there, but you can’t see it,
or like the vibration suspended in the air
after a chord has been
played on a piano.
Obstacles that could not be circumvented
because you did not see them
ahead—slippery, dangerous—
black ice lurking on a highway
in the dead of night,
disguised, camoflaged,
waiting. If only you had seen
this tribulation
or that consequence,
you might have swerved
or braked.