Movin on two wheels
Not on the road,
But part of it.
The wind reaches past my glasses
And holds me close.
Even the air smells of what I see,
Becomes a part of me.
Exhaust is sweet,
Pines and fields,
Water and dust,
And I laugh out loud and free.

As I lean into the curve
And straighten out to pass,
The pipes sing out the songs of my life.
Watching for a hill
That reflects the sound back to me.

In the city,
The lights an adventure.
Reflections in the glass,
Thunder off the buildings,
Watching, watching before, behind.
Faces changing;
One curious, 
One fearful,
One meeting my eyes with understanding.

And the day ends,
And the way closes.
The kickstand down.
Tick, ticking as she cools
Waiting for the morn.