Flying machine

“Yes, I’m grounded
Got my wings clipped
I’m surrounded (by)
All this pavement
Guess I’ll circle
While I’m waiting
For my fuse to dry
Someday I’ll fly
Someday I’ll soar
Someday I’ll be
So damn much more
‘Cause I’m bigger than my body
Gives me credit for”. John Mayer

Serpentine roads wind through millionaire jungles, vibration of the engine nestled below me as the sun falls through the trees in freckled specks upon my skin. Thoughts move easily with the wind in my face, watching the ocean pass by, yet it doesnt move, it is we who circumvent the island as accidental tourists, it’s we who move through unnoticed. Clouds move overhead in scattered formations, as hues of blues move into darkening clumps that hang suspended above our heads like puppets on invisible strings, and as the music drifts back to find me, a favorite song plays as I lift my arms and suddenly I’m flying as cool breeze cleanses the heat of the day that left a damp sunscreened stickiness. No flip flops here, traded in for jeans I find now too loose, cinched with a belt and the weight of these boots, combat ready to protect, I watch the hawk circle above us as we are doing 75 on the 75 and realize this equipment weighs me, keeps me from being weightless with wings. Scenery passes by in a blur, drivers beside us speed by as they talk into their device or text with just a passing glance, some have feet on the dashboard as they nap their jourmey away. A tire blown out ahead gives us a time to move a little slower, moving around the black lump in the middle of our lane and seeing the truck ahead, rim looking like a silver molten heap, so many things to take note of in this land of optional signals, no ones gonna do it for us and as the skies become more grey, tiny drops begin to fall on my sunglasses, leaving the edge of life blurred just a bit, refreshing coolness on bare shoulders to take away the sting from yesterday’s sun and as a huge bug smashes into my chin, bringing me out of my thoughts with a start, I come back to earth and beyond the sign earmarking our turn ahead, skies turn back to a gorgeous blue, and the garage sits waiting, its gaping mouth open for the steed. Another journey made in one piece, and I know those birds above must have it so easy, no thoughts as they just become one with the sky, catching a breeze and flying, soaring just because they can. Until then, we will journey on the flying steed past waves and mansions, feet a short distance from the ground, happy just to be alive.

Misty morning

Sun slow to wake
Ride through the valley
Dew drips from trees
Steaming ponds lay smooth
A bird flies up from roadside brush
Misty morning ride
Throttle open.
Through warmth then cool
Back again
Curving roads beckon
To the workday beyond
But this moment mine.
No sound but the barking pipes
Twisting turning
Glasses damp with fog
Sun peers like a smile
Over the tree tops
In solitude I hum
Nothing in particular
Hands chilled
Heart beat strong
Into the awakening
Of another summer morning
Riding with abandon
Smile wide.

First time I’ve ridden my motorcycle to work in ages. Damn that felt great!

Along for the ride

He sits
somewhat excited his face
in full smile
waiting for me
Been so long
lets go for a ride
two years since
forgotten feelings
wind in the hair
field bugs hitting the windshield
and he smiles
that silly grin
along for the ride
with his friend.
All shiny now
chrome a bit of rust
like the girl on board
she hits the throttle
breathing the cool air
on a fine summer day
alive once more
in a moment
too long left behind
good to be back
the pipes bark
heralding the coming
of a girl awakened
and he smiles back

Bike cleaned up, been so long but feeling great, sun shining
bike inspected…and more rides to come.