Author’s note: This poem was written on a motorcycle ride out to Mt. St. Helens in Washington state in September 2018. My husband had died at the beginning of 2018. We rode motorcycles together, and for a while after he passed I wasn’t sure if I would stick with motorcycle riding. Then I realized I truly, deeply love to ride motorcycles, especially out in nature without too many people around. It’s an act of trust, an act of living. I have a whole little journal of motorcycle trip poetry and drawings that this one comes from. A second journal is in progress — and I’m excited to add to it this next week as I’ll be in the wilderness on a motorcycle camping adventure! Would anybody ever be interested in a coffee table book of this nature…?
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