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I’m caught in traffic – five o’clock,
…And everything is slowed.
The cheetahs now are turtles and
…The snails are nailed to the road.
I’m stuck behind the steering wheel
…And traffic’s like a clock –
It moves by sound: tick tick tick tick
…So slow to go just a block.
I’m sure there’re those who fume and curse
…To burn gas sitting still,
And long for home, an easy chair,
…And view, like mine, on a hill.
But there’s a way to rise above
…This glacier moving slow,
And some are very good at it –
…It’s what we all need to know.
It is a way to win the wait
…In each and ev’ry que –
Just find a something that you love –
…A ship to sail you on through.
Just study people; say a prayer
…Play games with all the signs.
There are a million things – and me?
…I sailed – I wrote all these lines.
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photo by Michal Zacharzewski at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/noDRdOY/Rush+hour
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2018.
The Bard on the Hill 
Nice. And a great way to make use of just sitting in line. Hey, maybe you should write a bunch of poems while waiting in lines in various places and put out a whole book with a title something like “Lines Composed in Lines.” 🙂 🙂 🙂
🙂 That suggestion reminds me of an episode on Seinfeld where Kramer wrote a coffee table book about coffee tables and his book had legs that folded out and made a coffee table. 🙂