With
the exception of a very few months in 2000, when I worked from home, my working
career has had the daily bookends of a commute. It was as short as a mile, when
I had an office in the little downtown section of our St. Louis suburb, and as
long as 15 miles, when we lived in Houston and commuted from a northwest suburb
to our jobs in downtown.
A
commute of a mile is like a haiku, short and over before it began. A commute of
15 miles in bumper-to-bumper traffic in Houston was like driving Homer’s
Odyssey twice a day, complete with sirens, a Cyclops, and – once – a martial
dispute that ended up as a shoot-out on the freeway. And like the Odyssey, we
spent so much time and effort trying to find a way – any way – home.
To
continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak
Poetry.
Photograph by Scott Meltzer via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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