Ode
to a Cyclist
Morning
wakes you from a dreamland afar, you look around to see where you are, oh, ok
now you know. Lie a little longer, ok get up time, stretch those lazy limbs,
brew a cup of coffee and contemplate the day at hand whilst the warm aroma
stimulates the palate. Time to pack up, saddle up, stretch once more and here
you go. The wheels starts turning, the chain churns out its reassuring clatter.
The black road breaks this land in two, inviting you to see some more. As you
roll along, your legs, heart and lungs pump in harmony, up the hill, wind from
the front, the going gets hard, sweat runs down your face and body, the going
gets slower and slower, to distract your thoughts from the physical pain you
start to look for some unanswered questions about this life. Your mind starts
searching, thinking and yes every now and then it finds an answer and stores it
safely to be used upon another day. With racing breath you reach the top. Stop.
Catch your breath and look in awe and wonder at gods great creation.
Now
you go down the hill, you're smiling, no need for pressing thoughts, legs hang
loose, muscles relaxed, you're truly free, flying, happy, body and soul in
harmony with creation.
This
you do in rain and snow and summer sun, through histories, countries, cultures
and far off places where sights and sounds are foreign to the senses.
You
get an invitation from a stranger friend, you share with them your wonder world
and feed their curiosity, they share with you their humble home and feed you
till you're full.
Then
at days end the contemplation and rest deserved with peaceful sleep. You know
tomorrow you'll get up again, stretch those lazy limbs and take the next road
to who knows where... but there is no fear, no worry where you'll lay your head
tonight, cause you know that this journey has become your home.