My bike ride to work
at 6:00 in
the morning,
is an equation of the heart,
lonely=joy.
I am left with my thoughts,
my deep breathing,
my gears
and oily chains.
I watch the sun
try to peek out
and I wonder
what they are doing
in Korea,
England, Ireland,
elsewhere,
always elsewhere.
I hit a bump
and I am spurred
into another, truer
equation,
meditation + bicycle + early morning= prayer of self.
It is a worship of appreciation,
of life, experience, past,
and the potential of this very day.
No other future exists except
this day, my gears, my bike lock slung
in a bag across my back.
I find myself daydreaming so much on my ride in to work that i am completely surprised I am at the office instead of somewhere else…
Or, i am singing to myself and doing my synchronized bike routine until i am snapped back into reality by the serious bikers whizzing past me. Fortunately, they politely pretend like they did not see anything.
I find myself daydreaming so much on my ride in to work that i am completely surprised I am at the office instead of somewhere else…
Or, i am singing to myself and doing my synchronized bike routine until i am snapped back into reality by the serious bikers whizzing past me. Fortunately, they politely pretend like they did not see anything.
I find myself daydreaming so much on my ride in to work that i am completely surprised I am at the office instead of somewhere else…
Or, i am singing to myself and doing my synchronized bike routine until i am snapped back into reality by the serious bikers whizzing past me. Fortunately, they politely pretend like they did not see anything.
I find myself daydreaming so much on my ride in to work that i am completely surprised I am at the office instead of somewhere else…
Or, i am singing to myself and doing my synchronized bike routine until i am snapped back into reality by the serious bikers whizzing past me. Fortunately, they politely pretend like they did not see anything.