Dry concrete lends itself well to

taking traction for granted.

It's when I hydroplane,

or float through slush that

I recognize how very little

I am truly in control.

The wheel turns, by degrees,

and there is no control: slippage.

The edge of panic creeps in

and I overcompensate.

The spinning wheels rev

and bite. I lurch back once again

into complacency.