All bundled up, I left the house early for a professional development session that I designed on writing. I was on time as I entered the lane for the parkway. Then, the cars started slowing down.
"What was it this time, an accident?
It could not be the weather because the sun was shining brightly and there were no gusty winds, snow, or rain. It was at that point that I realized my answer was in my last thought. Sun glare was the culprit. It was time to pay closer attention to the road. Red lights popped up in front of me, behind me, and on the other side of the parkway. Stop. Go. "Where are my sunglasses?" Pay attention! The repeated chant became a pattern as the care stayed its course during the morning rush.
cars lined parkway lanes
in a flurry of hurry-
morning rush hour
As I drove a string of thoughts popped in my head and kept bouncing around. Would I remember the poem that was brewing? I had no time in the morning to write it down. My day was so busy that I had no time to write and my nighttime event was hosting a gathering for friends who were in town.
My morning observation led to a highway haiku. It's late and I finally have time to write.
Traffic on Long Island is usually intense in the morning in the rush to get to work safely.
Since my workshop shares new digital tools to engage students in writing, my photo of traffic was transformed into digital art with the app, Prisma.
Each year since March 2015, I engage in Two Writing Teacher's Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge.
Slicing allows me to ponder life, literacy, and learning, capturing small moments poetically
through writing, photography, and digital art.
Day 2 of 31 days of writing March Slice of Life 2020 Story Challenge at Two Writing Teachers