Worm's Journey

The air conditioner's hum,
Always the hum
Keeps me walled off
with its curtain of white noise
I miss the silence
and the gift of rainfall against my window
Reminding me of those worms
that fought to cross the saturated road
The one that's always covered in shadow
When I climb that hill
It's like I'm riding inside the Earth
as much a worm as anything
Fighting their way from one side of the narrow road
to the other
trying to find the end.
Tiny, blind creatures
rolling and scuttling along
caught in the tragedy of morning sunshine
the kind of weather that dries out roads
Still, I will veer and guide my tires
away from their pointless struggle
to split one in half
is a bad omen, I'm sure