Your pathway absorbs the world in kaleidoscopic panorama

Wheels

Spin

Cranks

Spin

Rims

Spin

Pedals

You are a mass of motion revolving pressure into the pavement

Air inside your tubes rotates. It breathes. It swims. It gasps woosh woosh woosh woosh for pressurized competition with surface streets, powered by sinews and muscles and blood and tendons and joy

Your spokes tense as they display the omnipotent sun in flashes, blasts of metal from a central hub – a nucleus of connectivity rimmed with a circle of holey wonder

What do you feel, bicycle, as you dance with the rhythm of forward movement – tangoing down a path of unpredictability? Rocks, shards, forks, debris strewn in your path. Potholes embracing your entrance.

Can you feel the wind whistling through your chain ring, your chain, your derailleur, your human?

Do you mourn the times you are displayed in my kitchen? You, a piece of steel and rubber furniture, ever shivering, trembling, anxious for a symbiotic spin outside and away from here

Are you happy, bicycle, as you spin past the blurry world?

Fly, bike, fly.