Midnight Rolling

This Chicago summer has been punishing and

Air is heavy with water

Pavement feels like thick black liquid

Under my rolling wheels.

The sharp nose of the board slices and cuts

Through the dense air and I’m accompanied by a

gentle growling sound of

wheels on cracked asphalt

 

My swinging torso turns

Intent into momentum

Momentum into speed and

Speed into distance

While curving becomes an

exercise in grace

 

I weave around cars, wave at girls

And flow like blood through the veins

Of the city.

I pass by bars at closing time,

People frozen in the frame of a

passing moment.

 

I travel unafraid through shadowy back alleys;

Junkyards and construction sites

All somehow feel like home

When you’re completely alone

There’s something sublime about a

midnight breeze

When the wind embraces you like a lover

And then it lets you go