Bike USA
“Write about a young man going on a cross-country bike trip across America.”
It feels strange at night,
when I feel a wooden stool
or sunken couch,
instead of my bike on pavement.
Every hour I sleep- is a vacation,
from the dream I live on macadam.
When I wake to drain
the sun from my eyes
and pedal on for more.
When I finish rolling
like a cloud through the sky,
then I will be glad,
for every bump in the road long gone.
Relax
“It’s 10 pm here, it’s still light but I can’t see the sun anymore, it will probably be dark soon and I think it’s going to rain later, as I can see dark clouds gather at the horizon. Right now it’s still warm though, so I’m enjoying every last minute.
I’m sitting in my backyard in my lawn chair, browsing reddit, listening to the birds tweeting, hearing the church bells toll in the distance, my cat is purring at my feet and I’m drinking a fine whisky. My wrist injury doesn’t hurt anymore, but I’m going to leave the bandage on for a little while longer. I just saw a bat fly by.
Life is good.”
The flocking clouds fly leisurely,
like songs of a lost church bell
looking for the beautiful distance.
The purring of my cat warms me,
as much as the drizzling whiskey
calling me to listen to every bird chirping
and follow every shadow of the bats.