Wheels

Muses nine, line up
Like highway song
Memories,
Mashing gas
And passing cars:
Microbus
Cadillac
Corolla
Diesel Truck
After truck
After truck.

Wheels whirl
Into view as
In a movie,
Shot low
From the curb,
Gearlike in convex,
Consciousness,
Mind’s eye,
Spinning round
Like worlds hurled
Into expansion by
That primal, eternal,
Personal big bang.

Music takes its name
From the nine,
Dancing like fire
In the eye,
Flickering
Through the
Corpuscle soul,
Oddly felt
And felt
In waves,
In muscle,
In bone,
Blasting
Open
Windows
And floating home
With throaty notes
Of exhaust.

Wheels whirl like worlds
Collapsed with words
When blowing flow rises
Over landscape, panning
Hills and lakes and trees,
Smearing past beneath
Vision field, fixated
On the passing
And becoming
Of the moment,
This invention
Of the now.