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.



This entry was posted in Biking, Poem.