the cars sit
an angry centipede
trapped in fury
along the gigantic
concrete over pass
moving incrementally
forward by inches
stuck in the rain
watching a city
caught in the storm
ever creeping closer
i can’t see
the accident that
dreadfully impedes
the gray afternoon
just the tailights
in front
and the headlights
behind me
i am just
a segment
uncertain if
i even care about
reaching whatever
destination
lies ahead on
the wet gray below
relfecting the
wet gray above
lost in an anonymous
haze of malaise