The Ride
After
you’ve climbed the hill
you’ve climbed the hill
to see
the view,
the view,
then
slid down the other side,
slid down the other side,
after
you’ve skinned both knees,
you’ve skinned both knees,
broken
bones,
bones,
and
cracked your helmet twice,
cracked your helmet twice,
after
you’ve tasted the rush
you’ve tasted the rush
of
passing through
passing through
in
front, behind, beside,
front, behind, beside,
what
choice is there
choice is there
but to
climb back up,
climb back up,
pump
the pedals, and ride?
the pedals, and ride?
It was three years ago this month that I had “the accident,” but that was really just one in a series of head bangers that life has thrown at me.
As a pre-birthday present to myself, I am up and pedaling, with slightly wider tires, which sounds like a metaphor for maturity, but it is really just the facts. Thank you Michael for the new tires, thank you Becky for the bike on extended loan, and thanks to a lovely fall day.
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