Rolling on the balls of your clack clack clacks
You wobble back to front like a quack quack quack
Latex feathers and a headdress that don’t crack crack crack
Big belly mon
Leg muscles bulge through your slack slack slacks
Teeth white and straightened with no plaque plaque plaque
So tell me why your tummy is so fat fat fat
Though you ride ride ride
Big belly mon
Submitted by P.M.
I rode away thinking of what I need
I stopped at the beach knowing what I forgot
Days are filled, I don’t ride
Memories flood, the dreams melting
Our emotions as I talk silently to you
During the day leaning against old
Hearing you in the distance
Leaves me standing as standing
Before the choice again
To renew each other a new
Then I will ride and remember
I love you.
Is time with no purpose
No need to wake early and pedal
The bike stays put
Easy to make excuses
And then force Sunday
Outing and feel the slump
Of my muscles and watch
The group pull away.
Glad to know my limits
I push myself
To be ready to get back to
The business of commuting
When I wake to the wind in my face
Heaving my breath and my
Eyes water to the chill
Each time I am glad to have a purpose
Leaving for work, the morning dark.
Years ago three thousand tons
Would move with wind
Human sweat, toil and sails
A ship would ply the oceans.
Then the engine came called horse power
One hundred of them would push a barge
Ten thousand tons to wait for tide
And make its way no matter wind.
Now I ride and sweat and toil
Pushing against the wind with 1/5th a horse
And 5 times the speed against the wind
Carrying a pound of water.
Every angle, every lee, I feel to gain
Some respite from the slog of gale
Yet smile and marvel at this
Contraption called a bike.
The bike can carry its motor
Faster than we care to think
Much easier to ride some hide
Or use gas toward some repast
And never sweat the wind, or rain
Or snow. Hiding behind glass
A pedal that never turns,
You yell to those outside, never smiling.
The effort of motion calms a spirit
Each mile is measured by link
By stroke, by turn of wheel, by
Spoke, by breath and beat of heart
The bike lives under me as I
Live under the spell
I love to eat and welcome
The fair wind home.