Observation begins:
road icy
people impatient
stuck in traffic when
somewhere ahead
light turns green
car horn honks
then another, in reply
New York plate
three cars back
he honks too
I’m uncertain if
he even knew why
in the confusion
light turns red
and no one moved
Isn’t that the way
of things?
Always too busy
making noise-
child-like tantrums
preventing us from attaining
what we claim to want.
When, if ever
will we learn…
© M. Black, 2016 All rights reserved.
Reluctant Repose 