Safety Is Felt Again

 

Riding my

bike through 

the mishandled

memories 

of we.

Finding the 

crisp fresh

blue in 

the sky.

Understanding

the sweetness

of the 

wind

guiding me.

Birds singing

with the spokes

of my wheels

gliding like

a nightingale 

in the middle 

of the day. 

Realizing 

my heart

was stronger 

than a 

metal bridge

after a flood.

Gazing down

at my

long 

pretty

tanned 

legs my

mother gave

me.

Learning to 

use them

differently. 

Stopping

on the paved

road

and turning

on the unpaved

starts

my journey

over.

Stringing

the power lines

together 

like holiday

lights 

giving 

gifts of

recycled

possibilities. 

Cornfield

mysteries 

sweeten the 

earth and 

promises of

the 

heart. 

Cricket 

whispers rubbing

the call

to the love

of pairs. 

Quietness

quickly

overtakes

the chirps 

until

safety

is felt again

as I 

ride on.