Detour

Detour in the road - keep left; An unexpected fork Took us on a wooded journey. We were somewhere in New York. We likely chose the way that was The one that was mistaken, So here we are, an hour later, Feeling quite forsaken. A stream of cars ahead of us And equally behind, All inching on except for those With U-turns in their mind. A mile to go, or so it says, Until the Thruway link. What’s up ahead I do not know, Afraid to even think. Another fine example of A nice day gone awry, With nothing we can do Except to shake our heads and sigh.