Stepping outside of a lonely Wal-Mart on a snowy evening
I glanced at the collected white powder that blanketed my bicycle
Quickly dusting off and unchaining my two-wheeled vehicle
Before other’s darting eyes could strike me in judgment
Covered head to toe protecting my face with a scarf from the chill
I started off into the darkness, into the drifting snow
The stillness, the dimness, the deep chill, and whipping wind
Lay bare my soul to the depth of loneliness
Pumping my cheaply made vehicle creaking and cracking
The only sound on this empty, white street
Glaring lights glancing off my covered face
Moving slowly away down the slippery trail.
How much more cold can I endure on this winter’s night?
The wind cut through my dingy uniform
My hands were stiff from the cold
How long can I go on like this?
When will I reach the end of my journey?
Will I ever feel the warmth of the fire again?
Struggling up the hill I see the trailer park
I turn in and the night deepens
Solo rider on a snowy night
A light in the distance hearkens
A door creaks open pushing back layers of powder
A voice answers, “ Thank goodness you are back.”
Written about a night in Yelm, WA