The Third Heart (2005)

I've stumbled across some old poems recently. I wrote this one about my best friend, soon after she learned she was pregnant. Among the first of my friends. It marks the beginning of an inevitable and subtle shift in our friendship, as she moves into a different phase of her life. She has two beautiful kids now. I secretly miss our late-night, meandering bike rides. 

The Third Heart

We glide down dark
Hackett streets on our bikes
In and out of shadows
Cast by Majura Mountain
And lemon coloured kitchen lights

At each turn gaining 
Mischievous momentum
Daytime thoughts lost to
Determined winds
And shifting autumn hues

Our musings weave randomly
With the paths of our bikes
We feel isolated and free
But tonight a third beating heart 
Shares our confidence