By Amy E Hall (author of several poetry chapbooks and collections found at East Side Story)
Three miles in an
hour and a half –
bumper-to-bumper
interstate congestion and
stomach indigestion,
angry drivers with
hungry kids, no
exit in sight, and
no explanation.
Arrivals delayed;
hugs and hand-
shakes on hold;
dinners postponed.
It was easy to get
irritated and impatient,
until we saw
the white sheet
on the ground.
Suddenly, we were
thankful for the
fume-filled air that
we were breathing.
One reply on “Thanksgiving Traffic”
Really a great poem. A good reminder for all of us.