Standstill Poem by Karen Edwards

The world streaked by me
out the driver's side window.
Glimpses of possibilities
flash and then disappear
in the rearview mirror.
I couldn't be bothered
to slow down, make an
unscheduled stop, no
matter how enticing
the view. Now, traffic
at a standstill, my
rush is irrelevant,
I'm not going anywhere.
Out the window all
I see is the world
moving on without
me as I sit idly
at the wheel, nothing
but time on my hands
and nowhere to go.