Ritual
Every time I ride, I fly. Arms extended, hail the sky I lift my heart and pedal through. I am a sail, but anchor too. I make my peace here on the road, Too free to fear, to far to fold.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Unreasonable
I know what it is to be reasonable. to consider the odds, weigh the facts. And the idea that somewhere on this earth, there is one person just for me, is beyond anything I have ever believed. But one day I dream I’ll find someone who fills me so much, fits me so right, that […]
Swimming in Detroit
In the third lane of the YMCA pool at 8:47 last night, I was treading water, pleasantly buoyant and alone. And though I’ll never know for sure, it occurred to me in that moment: I am the only one swimming in Detroit.
In Between
First comes everything. Some of what is, I think, some of what I think, I say, and some of what I say, you hear. Each tier, a fraction of the one that came before- a scrap from which we grasp at understanding. What lies within those silent moments, clouded eyes. those “neverminds?” The in-between of what you […]
A Real New Yorker
They say you’re not a real New Yorker until you’ve cried in public.
Peace
With thoughts awhir inside my head Unceasingly from dawn till bed I look at you and then, instead, I am still. I thought within my anxious mind, In constant searching I would find But though I sought I was but blind I see you. It seemed that I could earn my truth Life as some […]
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