Right to the empty parking lot,
Start the lazy figure eights.
Swallows skim the pavement,
showing off their effortless grace.
Pick one and chase it, lean into the turn.
foot peg scrapes the ground but I don't care.
A little more throttle. Hang on to the curve.
The swallow, banking, hovers in the air.
Locked together by the physics of motion,
The universe spins around our shared axis.
Let the bike straighten out.
The swallow banks the other way.
Laughing we break our connection,
grateful for the experience of flying together.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Right to the empty parking lot,
Start the lazy figure eights.
Swallows skim the pavement,
showing off their effortless grace.
Pick one and chase it, lean into the turn.
foot peg scrapes the ground but I don't care.
A little more throttle. Hang on to the curve.
The swallow, banking, hovers in the air.
Locked together by the physics of motion,
The universe spins around our shared axis.
Let the bike straighten out.
The swallow banks the other way.
Laughing we break our connection,
grateful for the experience of flying together.