I wait impatiently 

for the traffic to move.

Tension grows. Questions begin.

Why didn’t I leave earlier?

Why didn’t I leave later?

Why didn’t I go a different way?

Waiting’s not easy.

It’s all about wanting.

wanting what’s not currently here.

I shift gears. I breathe.

 I look up at the sky.

We’re here together –

the sky, the stalled traffic, and I.

JDG