What’s my path forward?

Unpredictable, of course 

My inner voice knows 

The right way.

Now, to silence the noise 

And listen to the birds 

At dawn


A Cycling Haiku

I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night

I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.