'Wheel House' seems to depict a scene or place described as a "wheel house," which is more akin to a shed filled with various types and sizes of wheels. The wheels appear to be neglected and earthbound, some leaning against the walls. The machinery that once used these wheels is no longer there, leaving only the skeletal remains of the original vision and craftsmanship.

The poem conveys a sense of nostalgia and simplicity. Despite the mastery being lost, there is a certain charm in the wooden structure, which sparks the imagination and invokes a sense of playfulness. The "rollicking chuckwagon imagination" suggests a lively and vivid mental landscape associated with this place.

More of a shed, really. This wheel house,
this army of spokes across each wall. All shapes
and sizes. A few of the latest offerings forever
earthbound and on neglected half-lean.
The machinery long gone, so that only the
skeleton remains. That original vison.
The craftsmanship. With mastery over nothing,
including the Self, there is a simple wooden charm
snaking through the mustiness, coiling ever-tighter
around your rollicking chuckwagon imagination.
And the deafening quiet, never forget that! Naked toes
over dirt floors, playful drag marks of the
eternal straggler.