‘You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap. You lean forward. I pause.’
I am on my bike. Black sky calls me. Mountain is dreaming. The moon asleep. I am awake. This mantra turns as my pedals carry me away, my ears drumming with the back-beat back there, glass drained, heart filled. I am alone. Full. No empty glass here. Not even half. I spill over. I sing to the distance between us. I remember your words. The moon rises. I fall. Into deep certainty.
‘You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap. You lean forward. I pause.’
It’s the first night of Autumn here. Does that mean you are filling up with anticipated sun? Your skin bare in the first feeble rays? I am dressed by the hot death of summer. Breath still on my naked legs, back-pedaling furiously lest I cover too much ground. You wouldn’t guess. I know I seem fearless.
‘You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap.
You step back. I fill the gap. You lean forward. I pause.’
There’s nothing to lose, after all.