Dear Lord, Maker of Obstacles:
I need to get where I'm going.
I would have liked to get there sooner, but it appears that this is not Your will.
And yet, I cannot help but remember that You split the Red Sea --
How hard would it be to carve a lane between these crusts of metal
And move me toward my Promised Land?
I will take this unexpected bounty of time
To ponder Your creation.
I will peek into other cars
Visit the small universes
Of the other commuters
Send a wave of compassion their way
Hope to avoid the finger
The curse on all my people
To swim up this stream again