I've been invited to take part in a bike trip across America. I'm considering it. My holdups are fear about whether I can actually complete such a journey, and worries about the whole financial piece of it. Not only would I not be working for awhile, which means zero income, but I would also need to drop a butt load of my hard earned cash on a ton of gear. I could do it, but it would be a stretch...hmmm...what do you guys think? Imagine what amazing things we could all do if money wasn't such a huge part of our survival.
Anyway, enough about all that. Here's your poem of the day. It's about bicycles, of course.
BICYCLES
Nikki Giovanni, thank you for writing and sharing this (and not suing me for reprinting it without permission).
Midnight poems are bicycles
Taking us on safer journeys
Than jets
Quicker journeys
Than walking
But never as beautiful
A journey
As my back
Touching you under the quilt
Midnight poems
Sing a sweet song
Saying everything
Is all right
Everything
Is
Here for us
I reach out
To catch the laughter
The dog thinks
I need a kiss
Bicycles move
With the flow
Of the earth
Like a cloud
So quiet
In the October sky
Like licking ice cream
From a cone
Like knowing you
Will always
Be there
All day long I wait
For the sunset
The first star
The moon rise
I move
To a midnight
Poem
Called
You
Propping
Against
The dangers
4 comments:
<3 always loved and have missed your writing. and nice photo ; )
Thanks Antelope. I like that picture, too...I remember that whole day perfectly and return to it in my head lots of times. Thank God, though, that I haven't returned to that hair color. :)
I like riding bikes drunk and stoned
do it. you only live once buddykins.
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