11/5/2021

I’ve fallen off every bike I’ve ever rode

and after ever cut, scrape, and bruise

I jump right back on,

pedaling again, wind rushing to my face

Heart: we’re not talking about bikes.

Head: we’re not talking to you.

Not every bike has two wheels you see

Not every bike has pedals

Not every bike loves me

Not every bike remembers my name

But I remember them, love them

Find joy in the ride, in the rush, in them

Every bike

Heart: Not every… bike.

Head: Yes, every last one.

Heart: I remember a different time, different… vehicles, different limbs and wind and sleet and pain and frustration and sadness and strife.

I remember every bike

and each adventure, trip, and travel

taking me to places unknown, excited

knowing I’m better when I’m moving forward

Heart: I’m sorry we’ve ridden so many.

Head: No, you’re not.

I’m riding one right now

unsure where it’s going

But knowing I’m going to be