I delivered sons to a friend’s house today,
And happened to get stuck behind a grader.
I was surprised by how irate I felt,
Until I glanced at the speedometer,
And it didn’t register a number,
Hovering around zero.
I was prepared to turn around at the next drive,
And admit defeat amid a rising sense of panic,
When the grader pulled over and let us squeeze by.
Gracious … but I thought about and dreaded
The return trip.
Which ended up being a non-issue.
So much emotional upheaval over a three minute delay.
Anticipation of the unknown often is worse than
What we deal with.
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