Motorcyclist

I was driving the Land Cruiser,
And wanted to change lanes.
I watch my rear view mirrors,
And had seen no one.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Nothing.

But rather than changing lanes
That time, I checked again.
And yet a third time.

And the third time, there was a
Motorcyclist,
No longer in my blindspot.
I have no idea where he came from.

There was no rational reason
For me to have looked three times.
I don't think I ever have again,
Before or since.

But had I not, my life would have been
Very different.