Something and Nothing

Not too often

in the give and take

(thrust and cut)

hard-hard ride, will I soften

sit down or lay

- on a little sofa -

knowing today, another day,

my ride is almost over

but outside a bike waits,

saddle and handlebars,

rotating spokes and gears

reminding me when I mount and turn my feet

- pedal on into the North -

a new green mountain heaves in view. In hope.