(internet photo)
I spin down a pathway
pedals whirl to keep up
to spend time together
close the gap
that isolates our hearts
tires roll past multi-color expressions
laughter, chatter, music, silence
I dodge crashing apprehension
scrape muddled rumination
from the gear shift of our relationship
my knees bend
pump, push, genuflect
bow to the journey
the adventure
the unknown
bow to discovery
as I learn
what makes your gears turn smoothly
and what makes them grind
bow to anticipation
riding uncharted paths
where we create our own ruts
where blisters reveal our soft spots
where together we go the distance
fix each other’s flat tires
and deflated egos
quench each other’s thirst
push each other
back to the beginning
where the gap first cracked
and we couldn’t see
where the ride would lead us.
I am no cyclist but a friend of mine is; she’s done long distance cycling in Ironman competitions and more. I have heard her stories and I think she’d say you nailed it! Love your refrains of bowing to the journey, to discovery and to anticipation. Naturally you have chosen a beautiful image to illustrate your poem, Mary. Well done!