Someone took a piece of chalk,
held it sideways, and smeared
the sky with it it. Back and forth.
Back and forth on this last day
of the month, filling the emptiness
with shades and streaks of white.
I've been sitting here writing for thirty
mornings while memories pounded like rain
and rode a bicycle into my brain coasting
through the valleys of childhood
and the peaks of today. I packed
old friends, family, regrets, and loves
into my saddlebags and took them along
for the ride. For me, it was all about
pedaling and feeling the wind fill my
cheeks, my chest, my being with freshness.
Round and round my feet went. I had
a wonderful ride. I hope you did, too.