Perspective

Peering through the visor of a a motorcycle helmet
gives you a different view of the world around you.

Trees stretch taller to the sky,
red and yellow leaves glow
like lava in a cool wind whip of air.

Did you know in Crozet there’s a church,
that sits on a hill with green shutters,
and a school bell on a pole at the door,
waiting to welcome ghosts of the past?

‘For Sale’ signs tell stories of foreclosure,
or the promise of a new adventure,
while wood fences careen with hills
and Budweiser boxes scatter themselves
along the road, ditching their partying ways.

And on the back of the bike
you can see the world,
wiz by you in a flash.
Have you shut your eyes
and imagined the rocket blasting?
Or do you hug tight the driver for dear life?

Peering through the visor, a panoramic camera,
only you are the camera and your memory the film.