Tuesday Poem: Fifteen and flying (on a Honda 250)

straight the road
straight as long as
any road to
anywhere
as black
blacker still
with my eyes
tight shut
arms tight
around
his waist
fingers tightly
interlaced
my chin on
the cold
of a leather
back
and the air
as cold
as I
could bear
and
the speed of
that bike
more than
I could take
long
that road
long as
straight as
any road to
anywhere
and all the
homes
shut tight
              at that bend
                 at the end
before it takes the hill
I leaned my
cheek, and
held a
breath
and out of
nowhere –
behind
the line of
my eyes
in my unlit
throat
our
father
which art in
heaven
hallowed
bethyname
thykingdomcomethywillbedone
we were
nowhere
and
everywhere
all
sound as one
sound all
bodies as
one body
all lights
one eternal
line
of light
on
earth
as
it
is
in
heaven


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And do check out the other Tuesday Poems on www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com. There's a terrific yoga poem at the hub by Helen Lehndorf this week., and much more besides.