Afternoon Poem, January 4, 2017

Winter Cycling

Against the wind, all is labor

We bend and hunker and feel the raw cold

Our ears fill with the noise of the punishing force

How aware we are then of what we fight against

How unfair it seems

.

But with the wind we are lifted like magic

And sound disappears, as if we have left the earth

We feel our own strength magnified

And we know that this very thing was what we were born for

And wonder why it is that anyone

Would stay inside.

copyright 2017

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