Commute

The morning commute.
Sometimes taken for granted
because of the stress,
irritating lateness beyond your control,
teeth-grating rudeness by others on the road,
or stop-and-go for sometimes more than an hour
when it’s only a distance of 26 miles.
And yet it is a moment to ponder the day.
To prepare oneself.
To listen to some music and wake up.
In covid times, I now appreciate the commute
in its absence for almost ten months.
But most of all I miss the man
who on the overpass rain or shine
every day
would stand in his orange reflective shirt
and simply wave at all the cars going by
beneath him on the freeway.
I miss him now
in the absence of a commute.

Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge"  week 26
Prompt: Write about an everyday moment. Take a few moments to reflect on a small event that happens. Something you might usually overlook

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