I saw a biker get hit a little
by a red car scooting forwards
as it tried to park.
It jostled his wheel. In reaction,
the kid on the bike swung his arm down
to swat the car on the hood, like a fly
and with the same hand give it the finger.
He had a mane of dark seal-like hair
and a face blank even in anger. Inside the car
I couldn't see who it was, but they drove for Uber.
One minute later I stopped time
and began to roll it back, inch by inch
like turning a crank to raise an old car's window.
I undid the air they had moved aside.
I grabbed the spokes of the bike wheel in my hands
and turned them hand over hand; back, back
so it went in reverse.
I manually reset
the delicate Rube Goldberg machines
that had moved within their human bodies.
I repositioned an ant
that had been running blindly from the sudden *thwack*.
I lifted the arm that had swung down
and I undid the jostle.
The biker and the driver stood
in the still air again.
My heart relaxed.
I rejoiced in my power.