By Anita Lahey
(This is one of a suite of poems that are collages of phrases from the traffic reports by Doug Hempstead on CBC Radio in Ottawa. My son & I started jotting down funny/odd/unexpected things Doug said during the pandemic—he is not your average traffic guy—and one day I realized I had all these excerpts from traffic reports and made some poems from them. This is one.)
Eh, none of that, there’s
no traffic at all. The Chaudière
Bridge has simmered down. People
are behaving themselves. You might
find yourself in a long lineup
at the drive-through for coffee.
No collisions. People aren’t
running into each other
and other things. That’s good news
for you and the police. No one
wants to get out of their car
this morning. It’s bloody
cold out there. It’s not
an afternoon for Doc Martens.
You could walk to Southpointe,
but you couldn’t really
drive. That’s not a good
winter boot at all. Skating
conditions, as of 3:55,
are “fair,” they say—
the whole skateway
is open. After coming
around that bend you’re
going to stop, right there
on the highway. I mean,
it’s stopped. It’s just—
stopped. Over in Gatineau
seems the nastiest. Not
sure if that’s people
who are freaked out
or stuck behind something
salting the road. Dramatic
slowdowns on chemin Vanier.
Belfast—an eight-car
pile-up. If that’s your
route to Ottawa, boy oh
boy, you’re not going
to like that. Police in
one direction, gawkers
in the other. The snow
makes things treacherous—
There was a car on its
roof, over by Carling.
There’s a berm rising
between the sidewalk
and the road. Just after
the trailer park.
Past the church that
became a spa
that became
a cannabis shop.
As soon as you get
to The Split,
you know that it’s on.
from While Supplies Last, Véhicule Press, 2023
Anita Lahey’s latest books are While Supplies Last and Fire Monster. She’s also author of the Véhicule Press poetry collections Out to Dry in Cape Breton (2006) and Spinning Side Kick (2011), and the prose collection The Mystery Shopping Cart: Essays on Poetry and Culture (Palimpsest, 2013). Anita is series editor for the annual anthology Best Canadian Poetry. She lives in Ottawa, on unceded Alongonquin, Anishinabek territory, with her family and their little black cat, Milli.