The peace of the Island seeps into my soul
Filtered by the rustle of trees and the murmur of the far-off ocean
We stop at the side of the road and
quench our thirsts at a spring running down a slab of rock
The tick tick tick of the motorcycle exhausts tells us this is but an interlude
For soon we will be on our way again
Hugging the corners, squinting into the sun as afternoon eases into evening
Later the roar of our engines takes us home into the night
And another day’s ride is done