Highway Home by Belinda Riehl (revised)

Parked on I-110, snaking the interchange to I-105.

Endlessly flexing and contracting; each car, truck, bus, a vertebrae.

2mph at 4pm headed to LAX, hoping for acceleration on a straight-away.

 

If that language means nothing, you’re lucky.

You haven’t traveled in Los Angeles on the way to the airport.

It’s all about timing—lines mean stress.

 

It’s Friday…end of the week, end of the day.

At the end of the line, you might be late,

Or out of luck.

 

But my glass is half full:

New bus, good A/C, foot rests,

Seatbelts, sun shades and tinted windows.

 

Nearly three hours ’til boarding.

Home in beautiful Sonoma County tonight.

Life is good.

Submitted to Redwood Writers August newsletter – 7/10/15

Thanks to Briahn Kelly-Brennan for editing.

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3 Responses to Highway Home by Belinda Riehl (revised)

  1. Denyse says:

    I liked it Belinda and how true you are. Going to LAX in my mind is an adventure!! Denyse

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  2. writersandy says:

    I KNOW those freeways. Horrendous. So is LAX, and yes, thank you, Horizon Air for the flight to and from there! The extra $$ are worth eliminating the driving-parking hassle.

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