The Wheel

And what if you weren’t talking to
Or for anyone, not even
Yourself? Why would you keep talking

Then, with no audience in mind?
What is the point of the exchange
With no one, that distrusts meaning

And storytelling, and human
Capacities for progressing
Through any process of writing?

Jesus, the steering wheel feels good
When the sun has been warming it
All sunny winter afternoon,

And no one needs to talk to you,
And you need to talk to no one.
It just feels good to grip the wheel.