Vanishing point – my biker friends will understand.

Vanishing Point
 
I talked of gravel, manholes, lids and rain.
While he sipped coffee
Speechless. Listening.
 
I boasted of endless rides, of sweeping corners, knee down.
While he smiled slowly
Motionless. Thinking.
 
I showed my gear, my leathers, boots and gloves
While he stared out of the café window
Contemplating the road.
 
I bragged of bikes past owned and those still coveted
While he tapped his fingers
On the table rhythmically.
 
At last he turned his loving eye to me. He spoke:
“The vanishing point is all you need.
Look beyond that and live.”
 
© Nick Shutt 2016.
 
 

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