Felicity and I were sitting in an overgrown field,
in what was once the grand yard of a regal house,
now rot and ruin and only filled with ghosts of
the family and those their riches kept underfoot.
The sun was falling away, rolling back the light
like it was being pulled up like the curtain of
a theatre stage, revealing the stars and the moon
and the shooting stars that were the real show.
Felicity and I had been riding all day together
on her ’77 yellow and blue Yamaha motorbike.
Even stopping to rest, or to eat from our packs,
hardly any words had passed between us.
Forgotten roads we’d ridden through, derelict
buildings and small towns and the wilderness the
demons had reclaimed, in dark haunted tunnels
and abandoned cemeteries, ruined, toxic factories.
We were looking for demons, we were looking for angels,
we were looking for God in what sublimity remained in
this world, and to spiritually lost misfits like us, just her
driving us on her bike into the places that we’re left behind.
We do not sleep. Pilgrims do not sleep. They do not rest.
The ruined regal house was the sharp, white fang of greed
and all that it devours to sustain itself, all the flesh and bounty
it eats to grow and grow and grow, never enough, never enough blood.
The stars were countless, out here in the back country, and we
rode on into the night, the engine of the motorbike like a high
and angry wasp, intent on revenge, intent on giving the venom
it hoarded into another, anyone would do.
In the wind, in the tunneled light of the headlight in the dark
on the winding and curvy road, her thoughts were blown back
into my head through my eyes, and I saw the vision she chased after.
A small house, with grey dirty bricks, ivy growing on a courtyard wall.
Two stories high, with a black roof, nestled against a tall, rolling hill.
There was a golden light on in the bedroom on the second floor.
“That my mother, an angel, keeping a light for me, hoping I’ll come home.”
We drove onwards to that house through the wilderness, not knowing if we’d ever make it there.