I imagine how he figured, “That show poke in the van
must have nothing better to do. I’ll buzz right by him when I can.”
So he tucked his truck in close behind stomping on horn then brake and gas
all the while weaving back and forth looking for a chance to pass.
I saw the pickup back from far behind, the headlights a laser blue
burning the message, “Outa my way, there’s no time to wait for fools like you.”
Next thing he was just behind, and in my rear-view, the impatience clearly showed–
foolish anger in his eyes as tried to pass on that twisty road.
Near a hilltop the road widened some so I pulled over to the side.
Better to let him go on his way than risk life out of foolish pride.
No thanks would be forthcoming, just a middle finger, then a blast
from a horn and from all 8 cylinders as the truck just roared on past.
And what emergency could have caused the rush on such a fine clear day?
I wondered, looking closely at the cargo he was carrying on his way.
No crisis, just some groceries and new big screen TV.
A trip back home from Costco meant, “get aside You! Make room for me!”
And since I was stopped anyway I grabbed the cap, gloves and SLR,
jumped the guard rail and hiked the top of the hill, after all it was not far.
I saw some sights worth stopping for that I’d otherwise have missed
some good could still be had from this even though the other guy was pissed.
The sight of tranquil homes that sit so quiet by the shore
masks the feverish headlong rush through life where every action becomes a chore.
I wondered most about the driver and the TV he carried with such a lack of grace
and how no hi-def feed could ever give the view found round this place.
For in his haste he passed right by the beauty that life could show him.
But his rush left me with some photos and words with which to craft this poem! 🙂