I am free when I ride my bike. When I can turn on my playlist on and ride my bike late at night. I feel like I can breathe like the air is just for me no my solitude I feel hugged by, all of it, everything.
Everything appears more finite and thus solved. Or at least known and settled.
I’m in motion and I’m still. I’m at balance.
Poem 7.18.21: A Bike Ride
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