On my way to work,
stuck in traffic,
I hear the creak of tires
coming from the flatbed truck
next to me,
Like a huge groan
rising and falling
as a wave,
then stopping.
And for a split second I wonder
if this is the Shofar of Mashiach
But that sound is not loud and triumphant
as I’ve imagined it to be,
so I am glad that all I’ve heard
is its faint echo.