Quietly Moving: Creative Prompt

Today's blog poem, A.E. Stringer's "Sunday Morning, Cumberland Gap" conjures up both movement (through space and through time) and stillness/quiet at the same time.

I have driven the Cumberland Gap many times, in all kinds of weather, and when things were silent (late on a week night) to very noisy (traffic on a summer Saturday stopped for road work). I have traveled over it before there was a nice road with a viewpoint/rest area--I like driving over it much more now!

Even though the poem do...