Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Bike Ride

Flying free,
head in the clouds
feet close to the ground.
A whirling, a whizzing,
a wheezing sound.

Chest convulsing,
fresh air relieving stale,
as sunburned, burning legs push forward;
the sweet, sweaty scent of
burned calories, forgotten worries.

Pushing, pummeling,
faster, faster!
escaping the past
head first into the future,
a speed beyond human speed.

Brakes broken—
no use for them now.
A senseless yearning
driving over insurmountable hills,
a conquered landscape.

For a few moments
all is lost and found
in the time of no time,
the ever present Present.
I am at peace.

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