Shrine Light

A few summers ago, ghost bikes appeared everywhere in my city as tributes to fallen cyclists.

During this time, driving home from work, I saw the same streetlight every night. Seeing it, “my light,” brought me comfort. It became a ritual I looked forward to nightly.

One night, a ghost bike appeared beneath it. Suddenly, the meaning of my light transformed from familiar to sacred. +

The Poem halfway between  home & city  brighter than  the moon  glowing, sacred  the color of dreams  we must have driven by a 100 times one night a shrine  grew beneath with red candles  a toy bear  the wheel of a bike  flowers everywhere  my light became yours but soon the rain dissolved  the candles the flowers  even the bear the city took the wheel  and made you  disappear  now It’s just a light halfway between  home & city + Special thank you to the incredible @omid_kzemi for adding magic, design, and music selection. He is a gifted artist.