Jaguar Oscillations

Jaguar Oscillations. YMCA Parking Garage, 

27 February 2015, 3:50 PM.

Just hours ago a jaguar

stalking a fresh insight through emerald

                                    beaded grass,

I’m stuck now behind another stupidly

                                    big car,

tense all over, about to start cursing,

as the Expedition or Armada or Sequoia

                                    or whatever

twelve-points out of a normal-sized spot.

Liberating wisdom’s no more durable

than these farts of exhaust that envelop

                                    my windshield

and dissipate. Perpetual oscillation.

What else could days possibly be?