I slowed my bike but thought “whatever,” and went right through the puddle.
Such is life.
I often see puddles too late to adjust and go around;
Trusting my balance and
fenders to keep me dry,
I just peddle on through to the sidewalk on the other side.
I put in my hands
what my hands can hold
and then grip tight
and hold with might.
I put in my mind
what my mind can hold
and let my sleep
tend to the deep.
But I put in my heart
more than it can hold
knowing time and grace
will create more space.
I wore my bike sweater today. It is the only purchase I’ve ever made after clicking an ad on my screen and I ordered it only because it was cheap and I figured if I didn’t like it or it didn’t fit I would just give it away.
But it fits and it’s pretty cute and every time I wear it, someone says something. Today it was the kindergarten teacher who stopped me in the hall and said, “I love bikes! I ride my big balloon tire bike up and down the street and all the neighbor kids come out to see me.”
I told her I love to bike too – but don’t do it much anymore – but I told about the poem I wrote and offered to send it to her. She told me not to be surprised if she puts it on her wall. Well that would be a real complement. I shared it on my blog a long time ago as part of my entry titled “wing bumps” but here it is again:
I never want to forget
the joy and triumph
I felt as a child
to be a girl in the world
pedaling beyond the lip of my driveway
feeling independent and free
the side streets of life
The deer walked tentatively into the yard
looking up at each sound
as he grazed his way across the lawn.
He came to the edge of the garden
and dipped his mouth to the daisies
tipping their faces to his shoulders.
A door slid open;
a hesitant cough sounded.
The deer gazed intently for a few minutes
then turned and left the flower bed.