Holding Phaeton's Reigns Poem by Gert Strydom

Driving my old blue Honda CZ900 motorbike at speed,
suddenly I am like Phaeton when a stone jumps up
and smashes the helmet's visor
and the right lens of my glasses
that shatters into flying pieces of glass
and by a miracle it does not hurt my eye,
but then I am totally of balance,
like Phaeton almost out of control
on that speeding machine
where my vision changes to something distorted
and I do close the eye with the missing lens
to regain focus and to safely
bring the motorcycle to a halt next to the road.

© Gert Strydom