Traffic Jam Reverie

Getting impatient, I tapped my patient steering wheel and drift into a daydream as I sit there stranded, tormented by the toxic fumes in a gnarled traffic in the scorching noontime sun, so exasperated. So here I'm now enjoying siesta in my own mind, lying on a grass carpet in the soothing shadow of the thick canopy of a giant mahogany by a creek of cold water, just where only I know. Over there I see densely forested mountainsides teeming with fruits, flowers, honey, game and songs unsung; up in the Ocean Sky, a pair of dark-brown falcons soar toward a far-off cliff bringing food to their young. Awakened, I stare again at the chaos around me, admitting with envy how lucky those birds can be; having all to themselves my grass, creek and mahogany, while I crawl like a worm to feed my young waiting home for me.