White Knuckles on the Steering Wheel
I don’t know why this image of an angry and frustrated freeway driver stayed with me but it has turned into a descriptive poem of sorts.
The freeway driver slips into the flow of traffic and hums along with the music. Five miles travelled and five miles to go but the traffic turns into a crawl as he passes a multi-car accident and sees police officers, paramedics, and firemen trying to help the dazed and injured victims.
He worries that the car behind is following too closely. An RV pulls into his lane and nearly collides with the front of his car. His heart rate is pumping as he exits the freeway.
His hands are still clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles are white as he catches a glimpse of three happy young faces at the window. They dash out the door to tell their stories. Little Cindy has some artwork in her hand and tries to outrun her sister. The freeway wreck clenches his teeth and hollers in pain, “Get back in the house!”