Brake lights and squealing tires,

I-4 comes to a standstill.

Looking in the mirror, hoping they stop

Whew, that was close!

Sirens and sirens from every direction.

A swarm weaves through the cars.

Descending upon then scene up ahead.

Creeping and jockeying for position

But crawling and gawking too.

A truck flipped over, chassis up,

Garbage bags and plastic bins

Strewn every which way.

But everyone looked okay.

The rest of the drive was easy

As traffic was slow to filter through.

Let’s hope tomorrow is uneventful

As I get to do it all over again!