Friday, May 25, 2007
Midnight ride
I wouldn't normally post this sort of thing, but last night's weather was so wonderful and the riding so peaceful, I felt inspired to try and capture the feeling before it was too far distant in the past. A fellow Harley owner(Fatboy) and I went for a ride down to Gator's in St Pete and back up the coast to Main Street in Dunedin last night. The air was cool, the wind was up, and traffic was light. Riding in those conditions is hard to describe and impossible to understand unless you saddle up yourself. Here's my attempt to relate the feeling...
Midnight ride
The wind's voice a soulful sermon;
churning gears, thumping pistons a chorus
praising life, an homage to time’s dispensation.
Petroleum propels the sacred word
and we listen with eager intensity,
sweet, harmonious, symphonic exultations.
Tenuous equilibrium in a midnight ride,
city streets quiet their daylight cacophony,
cleared of the sun’s unyielding oversight;
most have boxed their cages for the hour
and two wheels can be set to flying
over pavement, concrete, and troubles.
Air, crisp and cleansing, cools the sunlight sorrows,
polishing the soul’s burdensome oxidation
with angels’ hands - Mother’s comforting breezes.
The rider rides time and space together,
a temporary traveler on roads neverlasting
in a place long past its prime,
but She remains a beautiful enchantress –
when Her smile beckons the knowing
their spirits are helpless in acquiescence.
And the ride winds down through the darkness,
headlights, streetlights, machines, and Man
basking in midnight’s motherly affection.
Soon the rider sleeps, but the sun will shortly rise
with more promises of another midnight journey.
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