Front wheel rolling, rear one locked,
tail whipping out from behind. Grip frozen,
heart pounding, the noise, road rash,
bleeding and scaring all but certain.
And there she hangs, neither up nor down
but placid, serene even, as the memories
pull pace and flicker by:
nobody believed her, nobody stopped him,
nobody came, nobody does, nobody will.
Why not? she thinks, looking down.
It’s an embrace she’s certain is her due
and means at least landing somewhere
and having something to cling to.
Sometimes any kiss is worth the price,
if you don’t have to hold yourself up for it.
After that, don’t ask me how it went,
I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
Anyone who has ridden a bike in a group setting knows the danger of a sudden fall. For those who have come close (guilty) or actually fallen (ditto), we know that there is a point, just before it happens, when it can go either way. It is a moment of total clarity, where everything freezes and you think, “Will I, or won’t I?” It’s like a full lifetime in a moment.
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