A Thundering Reflection
Rocky Mountain Thunder they call it
The unmistakable thunder and growl
of thousands of Harley's reverberating
through the highcountry fairgrounds,
shockwaves rippling the air.
this was the year it would finally happen...
...my Tattoo
Gleaning through hundreds of designs
my heart leapt at the sight of
a dainty little hummingbird
small, tasteful, unobtrusive
my hearts' joy and delight!
When a voice, gruff and gravelly from
too many years of cigarettes and rot gut whiskey
whispered over my shoulder
"A tattoo should reflect your soul"
I turned to find myself face to face
with chocolate brown eyes in a leathery, wind tanned face
ours eyes locked briefly
He turned away without another word.
Three skulls spanned his shoulders
One facing right, the other facing left
as if searching for something, or someone...
...the one in the center, facing forward, almost grinning,
the words "Lost Soul" written within
a Harley emblem below the skulls,
reflected the whistful look I had seen in his eyes.
I watched as he walked away,
while the three skulls and that emblem
seemed to change shape with every step
melting into one big grinning skull
His words echoed in my ears,
"...reflect your soul"
"...reflect your soul"
Then, they wrapped around my heart
...My Hummer..!
I knew I had found the right one for me.
And in that same moment,
the skull on his back....
...winked.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2008
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