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.