The feet chase the toes going round
The pedals stuck to the feet following
The toes going round attached to legs
Pumping and the heart thumping
Eye ahead eye aside, crane the neck
Look behind, rest the head down
Shoulders humped to arms pulling
Hands and fingers loosely gripped.
A measured cadence ahead to chase
Its only time, you know will catch
The draft, the invisible break your
Legs search for, your face feels.
A steady rhythm ahead is your goal
A welcome treat from lone pavement
Eyes measure the distance, speed, effort
Till the wisps of broken air tell the heart
Ease up, you’re there, one push two
The smooth britting sound of chain and gears
As the rush of wind diminishes in the ears.
To the sound of the wheel ahead
The road to short for mutual assist so hang
Ready, anticipating the train behind
Giving the pull to help in the head wind,
Someone slower not rushing.
A slow slog, for a good break
Steady legs can be seen before
The brand, the make, the bike.
A partnership on cold days.