Deep in the bowels
The questions are gone
Light is too bright, sun burns
Clouds won’t shade
Frozen hole slugging a path
Beyond, beneath, behind, before
Better is not felt,
Not felt, not felt
Chill my skin to pink
Numb my toes
Take of the gloves
I can’t feel to feel
Spin to move
Nowhere but go
Turning, turning, turning
Spinning this life
I must live rolling
Before this day I pass, contempt of men I meet.
An idea given based on color.
Accept or reject my choice I think.
The choice a social construction.
Conform, be left out, alone or in the pack.
I ride the same and feel the hurt, the anger.
Fear is not an answer.
A symptom, broken spirits ruled by others.
On the road a draft welcomed or surely given
Meets the spirit unbroken accepted
But leery of histories facts I know.
I ride on in cadence of truth
Honor to self and those about
And take it with me when I walk.
Pain of muscle soreness, pain of muscle thirst
Charlie horse, lactic acid burn, pain
Pain of heart thumping, lungs busting
Pain of toes cold, pain in the saddle
Pain of knees pushing and pulling
Loss pain when bike is stolen
Heart sick pain when he walks away
Road rash burning laying in bed
Wind burn and sun burn pain
Psychic pain being last or late
Deep broken bone pain unrestfull sleep
Gain pain as muscles build and fleet
Hill pain and chase pain faster good
Age pain of knowledge foreseen
I sit and feel each pain proof of life
Assurance, still willing to ride
And I forget.