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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