when I push on the pedals in rhythm, the wind seemingly carries me like a magic carpet
effort is but a word, more a state of awareness
pumping legs, pushing pedals, scanning the tires of cars and their lights
wondering if and hoping that none
make thoughtless human lurches into the current I am already joyfully careening through
when it's dark, it's the hardest
for them to see me but it seems easier for me to see
unless without illumination, like silent roving burglars, they steal out of parking spaces and into the road
I think to myself that it's a full moon and folks are crazy
there were 5 ambulances that drove past me on my way to class offering
a prayer to those inside hoping
"may you be ok, may you heal, may you find ease"
I haven't been able to write at all, not here
mornings are now too cold and dark to sit in my favorite space on the porch
my coffee getting cold by the second
the leaves have turned and fallen
the birds' morning conversation quieted to a whisper that doesn't demand my full attention
Yesterday, I awoke in the light of morning
when I checked the time seemed wrong
I forget the days on the calendar remind me when I look
that we are bartering, haggling an hour here and there
balancing the days like weights on a scale until Solstice
the light propelled me to rise and greet her fully
with her beauty and warmth in my eyes, my nose, and on my skin
she blew softly into my hair and ears
remembering me
