A Hot Gray Overcast Afternoon
The drone of cars
filters through the closed window
a dull rough rotating sound
hopeless somehow
like the whine of a drill
struggling to cut into an object
too dense for the bit
in ragged stops and starts of energy
moving inverse to the disappointment.
Rise and fade Rise and fade Rise and fade.
I hear the cars pass on the road.
It never ends
and it never gets anywhere.
8/8/19
8/12/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
you have a way with imagery – I could totally imagine this moment
Thank you. Some days are overcast in all ways, I think. I guess when I wrote this poem, it was one of those days. I am always glad when they pass…
You have captured the way that sound is both incessant but ebbs and flows with both your words and the rhythm.
Thank you. Living near Rte 309, this is a background noise in my life!
I can tell what time it is in the early morning by the sounds I am hearing from the turnpike or the railway tracks.
Yes, me too, except it is 309. I enjoy hearing trucks out on the highway in the middle of the night – somehow I find that to be a friendly sound.