night riding

 

Sometimes when sad, I try to learn something
whether it is something large or something small;
but sometimes I know that there is no space left,
my mind cluttered as my house, all the sentimental bric-a-brac
gathering dust –
so, in those moments of mute indecision
I ride.

The air is clean and light, streets devoid of cars,
sometimes the lone blue glow of televisions
illuminating the other lives that I pass by.
I watch the sequencing of lights
along the empty street in front of me
indicating nothing more than, “there is the road
I ride”.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

2 comments

  1. Love the sentiment. Love the photos. Sometimes I wish I lived closer to town, and had some nice areas nearby to ride around at night.

    1. You can just ride anywhere at night and it’s pretty. I would sure as hell not say that Logan Road is generally picturesque. It’s just that, without cars, streets get better.

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