As the road peels itself off my tires,
The 18 wheeler looms ahead, spraying a shower of dirt and water,
Warning me of oncoming blindness,
And a cloud of indecision.
The hum of the motorcycle engine below sings its favorite tune … reassuring;
Providing me with the wonderful vibration of our partnership,
Man-made machine in harmony together. She is ready to do my will.
A glance in the mirror confirms the blur of traffic all around, slow-mo it seems.
The last move is the “head check”
Ensuring no-one is in my blind spot,
That person who is in my life unnoticed, with whom I might collide,
Or I nearly did, but didn’t notice at the time.