“Head Check”

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.

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