Distracted By His Cell
By larry r Linville

He swerved into my lane
I slowed and gave him space
I might have said some bad words
About not being in a race.

As I moved up beside him
I saw him on his phone
The car seat behind him
Told me he was not alone.

That increased my anger
More than a notch or two
He put his life in danger
But his small child’s life too.

I glared at him intensely
though he didn’t look my way
If I could get his attention
I’d have a lot to say.

I don’t think he was texting
But his eyes weren’t on the road
The responsibility for that child
Should have been a heavy load.

When I turned off at the ramp
I saw he was still there
And the only thing I could do
Was to say an extra prayer.