Bumper to bumper, row upon row,

The woman in front on her phone

Not watching, not concentrating,

As we progress, she’s somewhere off with the fairies.

Around me, there is a sense of resignation

As inch by inch we move, if at all.

My mind focuses on the dinner awaiting me

The loved ones expecting me

And here I am stuck in an abyss of traffic chaos.

I know I should have left earlier

Been better organized, sometimes you hate hindsight.

A horn blasts out frustration

A voice is heard, anger mounts as time goes by

A mother two cars across looks at her baby

It’s visibly upset, I see her distress

My heart goes out to her

Inside I know there’s someone worse off than me.

It takes another hour to reach my exit

From there the traffic is well behaved

Flows as it should and I feel relief

When at last I’m in my street.

Written for: https://fivedotoh.com/2018/10/03/fowc-with-fandango-traffic/