So I sat through green lights, one two three four, before I found a way to ease around the bus right into oncoming traffic. Home free! But no: my interminable drive to Columbus included a long stretch locked in a line of cars crawling behind a school bus that kept stopping to offload passengers, a detour around stopped traffic on the Interstate, and a 10-mile stretch of gridlocked highway that took me 20 minutes to navigate.
I admit that I am not a great city driver. I like to drive but city driving makes me crazy, and the constant noise hurts my brain. At the Hyatt we couldn't get away from the constant traffic sounds on the nearby highway, but I thought things would be quieter at the duplex my son is renting. So okay, very little traffic noise here, but apparently we're on the flight path for the airport so the traffic noise comes from above. I don't know how many planes and helicopters passed overhead during last night's wonderful lasagna dinner, but enough to be noticeable.
I suppose I'll get used to it. Years ago in grad school when we lived in a mobile home next to a busy railroad track, I somehow learned to sleep through the trains that sounded like they were bursting right through my bedroom door in the middle of the night. A cozy duplex in a quiet neighborhood is just what my son needs as he recovers from frequent blood tests, infusions, and physical therapy, so I'm not complaining, but I look forward to eventually saying goodbye to the city and good riddance to all the traffic. Who are all these people and where are they going in such a rush--and why can't they get out of my way?
City cars
and city bus,
city traffic--
why such fuss?
Stop and go
and honk and weave,
go and stop
and stop. Achieve
the target,
reach the goal.
(City traffic
jams my soul.)
Now how about you? Merge into the poetry lane and make some noise.
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