Life Is A Freeway

The Freeway

                                    by Patricia A Pitterle

My friend and I 

were driving down the freeway

in the late afternoon.

The traffic

slowed to a stop

and we sat there, 

restless,

and waiting,

for everyone else to start moving again

so that we could travel home.

The traffic inched forward slowly

and our car, 

like a small boat moving

in a vast sea,

seemed to make 

little noticeable progress.

Until finally

we became aware 

of familiar objects

and eventually reached

our destination.

Funny, isn't it?

How life 

is like that freeway

with starts and stops 

along the way,

And just when we want to pick up speed

and go somewhere

we can't seem to get past

another bumper.

We dream,

we hope,

and we plan

for tomorrow.

A time when we can go forward

with no bumps or bruises,

no accidents to set us back.

foot by foot,

mile by mile,

we cover the distance 

and arrive 

home at last.