A poem about the journey instead of the destination.
No distractions
Just cell phone criminals
skid marks and carpool swimmers
These days,
I tend to drive in the slow lane
Which my mother hates
I guess it is because subconsciously
I want to exit the freeway
As soon as possible
Like body language signals when you cross your legs
Towards the exit signifies being uncomfortable
and wanting to leave
Freeways represent everything that is cancer in our society
Instant gratification;
or as close to it as is possible
Not enough hours in a day
and too many people with hypertension
I hate freeways because it brings out the worse in people
The power trippers
and the control freaks
the kings of the road
and the blissfully oblivious
Having two people in the car
and being in the diamond lane
doesn’t give you license to claim it as yours exclusively
What ever happened to stopping and smelling the flowers?
I appreciate time constraints
and work related complaints if we are behind the proverbial 8ball
Still,
Why can’t we take the road less traveled whenever possible?
Enjoying the scenery
and lowered blood pressure
Amaze yourself at what you learn about your community
Eateries and architecture
and alternate routes to all places relative
Getting lost can be a way to find new trails to destinations
Surprise revelations and epiphanies
So instead of laboring day in and day out along the 405, 5, 10 and 91
Pop in an audio book of Robert Frost and investigate that street you always wondered about
or take the streets to work for a change
©2010 J. K. Bradford
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