My car, I believe, travels by Angel power.
As I nod-off at the wheel, or bend over to fetch
that CD that has rolled onto the passenger’s floor;
as I fumble with my mobile phone, and engage in
dozens of near-misses and almost fatal head-on-
collisions, my Angels do one better than an
automatic-pilot and swerve my vehicle out of the
way, missing the on-coming or side-on traffic my
mere millimetres in fractions of a second.
Who needs a GPS when you have Angels
like mine; the divine, yet all protective back-
seat-drivers.