Lake Superior Route, Hwy 17

i

the cycles of many wheels & gears & suns
keep this bus rolling through the night
riding the rim of an atom
along a ribbon of atoms
binding us to each other

ii

under a hood of impenetrable grey cloud
passing by weed-invaded, abdicated roads
spindle-thin, burnt-out shadows of some past
i sit mobile, loaded with memories & bad habits,
seeking a new country
under the guise of this journey
under the cover of these dreams

iii

last night the bus sang to me,
its wheels within wheels within wheels
humming
                      like the voices of small children
                      in a high cathedral choir singing
                                            o
                                            canada