The Three Pockets

Jersey packed with the essentials for a six-hour ride.   Those three pockets never fail, overloaded with disorganized clutter.  Left – Middle - Right are either stuffed for moments at a time  - sorted out- emptied too a rhythmic of the unconscious of the riders mind.  When reaching for a pocket theirs a deep gouge gesture of rustling going on as if you’re digging for the correct change when making a purchase of some kind.  A sign of relief when the item being searched for is revealed and unpacked for a form of consumption.  Sips and sloshes of water places everything into the body like pegs on a board.  Some times the ride feels at peace-quiet and other times all over the board that’s the nature of the cycling.

When getting off the bike everything is new, taking the sensations that are going on in the world on two feet.  Mind begins to collect thoughts – reflections of ride.  The mind is extraordinary – specially after the fact when you feel everything is some what heightened or seen in a new light of some sort.  A strange feeling happeneds with the eyes…  It’s as if you’d squinted with your eyes and look at the sunlight you get that oily swim sort of a swirl going through the vision and remains constant for a while.