Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Tag: night riding
2 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”.
