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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