From Pink Chalk, 2018.
In the Record of Today
In the car
the weekday morning traffic light
traffic at an all stop
Driver
dark blue wool coat-clad arm
left hand raised to forehead
smoothing hair
body angled for a better view
rearview mirror reflecting his intent gaze
fingers spread combing wayward strands
a final pass up and through
forehead to crown
satisfied
Driver
settles in the seat
eyes forward
waits for the light to change
this moment an aside
in the main flow of the day
already merged back in and moving off
barely noticed
certain to be forgotten
except that
I saw it
I wrote it down
I remember it
It is not lost.
4/5/18
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
One of the weird things that makes me feel awkward is people watching on major roads when I am a passenger and meeting the eyes of someone who is doing likewise. It ought to be an instant of camaraderie but it just makes me squirmy, like I have been caught spying.
Yes, I feel the same way. It is like you are looking into someone’s house, or mind, when they have their guard down.