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.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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