Do things get..... weird for you... sometimes, inside the full face helmet? Out there alone? Just you, the bike, the wind... the voices.... your voice; your mind focused yet wandering about? My mind wanders when I'm out there.
When I'm in there; inside my helmet.... I log images, or more accurately, glimpses... glimpses of images which often morph into phrases... mental soundbites... Sometimes I build on these. I guess it's how I decompress?
The other day I was out. It was sunny, and as I rode thru the woods on one of my favorite twisty back roads it occurred to me that the trees' shadows falling across the road resembled bar codes- UPC labels.
This, in turn, inspired this short poem:
thru bare trees,
create the illusion of
If there's a UPC code
on my favorite road,
I can easily afford
Oh, but maybe you're one of those who play music inside your helmet to quash those pesky thoughts...
to hold the Voices at bay.
If you let your mind's voice range freely, if the thoughts find themselves beyond the realm of the helmet...
please do share your inspirations.