The Ride

The Ride

The wind whips faster and faster
and the hedges start to blur
    Eyes totally focused and burning to a stare

Fingers grace the cold lever
and the world starts to slow
    Holding on from knee to knee and toe to toe

The body slides across
a knee reaches for the ground
    Keeping it steady until about halfway round

Eyes are still glaring at the exit
as speed builds to a crescendo
    The body slides back and the wind starts to blow

The road starts to narrow
again the hedges start to blur
    You see the next corner in the distance and start to prepare