A poem about the journey instead of the destination.
I hate driving on the freeways
No distractions one could call worthwhile
Just cell phone criminals
Cal-Trans workers, skid marks, and carpool swimmers
These days,
I tend to drive in the slow lane no matter what my speed
Which my mother , when with me 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
Facing towards the exit supposedly signifies being uncomfortable
and wanting to quickly 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 hopeless, hateful expressions and hypertension
I hate freeways because it brings out the worse in people
The proverbial power trippers
and the control freaks
the kings of the road
and the blissfully oblivious
Having two people in the car
doesn’t oblige one to occupy the diamond lane
and being in the diamond lane
doesn’t give one license to claim it as theirs exclusively
What ever happened to stopping and smelling the flowers?
There are rarely flowers on California freeways
Only graffiti, carbon monoxide, orange trash bags and easy care succulent plants
That having been touched on
I appreciate that we all are challenged by 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 day in day out destinations
Surprise revelations and elating epiphanies
We all fall short of our fair share of serendipity
So instead of laboring needlessly and routinely along the 405, 5, 10 and 91
Pop in an audio book of Robert Frost and investigate that road you have always wondered about
or take the streets to work for a change
©2010 J. K. Bradford
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