My Ride

I love my bicycle.

Not to race, but to ride.

My legs turn and churn

Mile after mile without a plan.

It clears my brain so thoughts can enter.

Thoughts of brilliance,

Thoughts of trifles,

Thoughts to be forgotten.

I approach a hill

To soar towards the sky.

Climb, climbing, climb, climbing.

I can't turn back now.

Ascending, rising.

No thoughts exist anymore.

Only pain.

But I will not surrender!

At the top comes the reward.

Rocketing down the slope.

Eyes watering from the wind,

Praying I stay upright.

I travel through the denouement,

Arrive at home again.

I survived!

Where do I ride tomorrow?

Wherever it takes me.