they, the deeply weird
and over thought sometimes
say that this joy we get from riding bikes has something to do with
turning pedals that
crank chains that churn
wheels while we roll over
a rolling earth circling the sun. Makes my head spin;
it’s nothing so semantic
and complex. Here I am
outside on exploration, breathing
and smiling and dipping and curving and
the kid and this adult blur into a sunset. Into
green all around. Into every day
lived wild. Into another
ride tomorrow and tomorrow and