wind up car

car tire breathing an empty language we don’t know

we drive long hours to nowhere

so that it takes me a lifetime to remember

those little sandcastles we built

for no other reason then they’d go away

against the wind

which is shared between heaven and hell

carrying us even as it is against the car

lurching forward depressed and depreciating

in value which you one day tell me

was a bad investment of you

even though there were those trips where we did and went and saw

and where i am still remembering now

when there will be no then

the truest now there is

except perhaps for then

in the constancy of that place

babbling with our careful tire who knew its tongue

was given meaning by the waves long ago

that cooled after melting since the beginning

though we never knew we

would be never known then

like the other planets in the sun who share

our wind but call it

a different name