Thursday, October 4, 2012

Traffic Jamming

We call them the Wheeler family
Follow their trailer full of wheeled possessions
Toy trucks, bikes, coolers, and tubs
Back into town
Usually we whiz right by here
Now we can see everything
Including the wings on a lady bug
A joke, but it’s true
Hot pink poppies
In the golden brush
Signs: Step in
Taste our Zin
DINER, Biscuits and Gravy
A rusty garden
Of metal sculptures
A real garden
Trucks, tractors stand
In their oxidized frames
Of another generation
At the Vineyard Hotel
Swimming pool
Nobody swims
And the little magnolia tree
Blooms big and white
At it’s center
Up ahead
White Suburban
Leaves big gap in line
The nerve
Of some people
Cherry stands
Make us hunger for dinner
The Boon Fly Café
Has the best sign

8 comments: said...

Love this poem. Thanks for sharing. Patsy

barb bits said...

Thanks, Patsy. I love that you were in the car when we jammed. You and Lee helped inspire this poem.

barb bits said...

This comment is from Leonore Wilson, Napa County Poet Laureate in an email. Thanks, Leonore!

I loved it. Read it with a BIG GRIN!! Keep going girl! xoxo me

Ms. Wack Sense (known also as Christina Julian) said...

makes me remember the not so pleasant LA gridlock, your rendition sounds like much more fun!

barb bits said...

Thanks, Christina. It was fun, 4 writers in the car, Barb M. Patsy and Lee Taylor and me.

barb bits said...

A comment from

I really loved this. A good reminder to be in the moment. Jacqui will be proud!

Thanks, Donna. said...

I love the rhythm of this poem, the way it unfolds, how well it captures a few moments while on the road, and how the focus isn't on frustration at the traffic, but on the diverse manifestations of life along the road.

barb bits said...

Thanks, Laura. I thank my road partners for helping me focus on the postivie. It was Barb M. who joked about the wings on a lady bug and that got the vibe going.