Baiku
I rode on Sunday
Two days later my shoulder
Was the best it’s been
Didn’t think I should
Sweetie said “How was last time?”
She is my beacon
So tonight I rode
Cocky perhaps but oh my
This biking thing’s good!
Meditation Yes!
Wheels, gears, pavement sooth me so
I am addicted
Not the hard road ride
Just a spin on the Monkey
Velo orgasm!
Haiku too!
Many choices now
Some hard, some not so much so
Control’s not mine now
Fitness sets the stage
It’s something I can control
Employment, well no
Waiting can be hard
I can always take action
Choices careful now
Go or not, do we?
Tea leaves unavailable
Gut wrenched, how to know?
Plans are all laid out
Cash too, wheels set in motion
Roll dice, take the risk?
But is it a risk?
Skills? Check! Experience? Check
Isn’t if, just when
Life isn’t a noun
Life is an action, a verb
Do it! Not have it!
Confidence survives
Actions pave the way ahead
All will be just fine
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