Bicycle

When the sun comes up
I see what it does to a day
Making it sparkle.
And I and my bike
Roll on two wheels
On a quiet morning
In a shimmering summer
Without speed
No need for speed
Surrounded by heaven on earth
Down the spoked streets of my spoked city
Into the hub
I go rolling
Roll roll pedal pedal
Then roll and roll

And roll some more
Over shadow and sun
Under tree and sky
Pedaling and rolling

Hands free
The balance of memory
May keep me from falling
From losing an eye
From breaking my face
I ride like I'm twelve

©  Armell