Wheel Commute

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.


Haiku Commute

Freeaing hands grip bar

Sweating head and soft motions

Up right and gleeful


LIghts pause a rushing

Taxi! Ride pass and smile

No battle to win


Feel the tires squishy

Four blocks and almost to work

Before wheel goes falt


White bike lights flicker

All going the other way

Red ahead like me


Moving cars on side

Parked on the other can door me

I’ll just let them honk


I wait for a light

They see the great bike I have

Fools using gasoline


Time slows and speeds up

When I commute with my bike

A measure of mind


Elements of joy

Found each day I ride a bike

When wearing right clothes