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!