writings on life

My Schwinn

Today I did something I’ve wanted to do for a long time

And I didn’t do it on a dime

Spring weather makes me come alive

I’ve been trying to figure out what’s underneath my drive

How much money does a person need

At what point does it all boil down to greed

How long will I fear

Traffic, people, poverty

Anything but the Lord

Mortality is a sword

I like to evade but flirt with

Doesn’t it bring excitement, just a little bit?

So I daydreamed with my husband in the early morning

It was something

I planned my resignation letter that I can’t write for another year

I kicked my fear

Put on my helmet and my backpack

Didn’t look back

In the sunshine, with the smell of the pollen

I mounted my new road bike

A tall and swift black Schwinn

I peddled and peddled

Felt the warm sun on my skin

I’d been scared to ride for so long

What about the traffic? What about looking like a fool? What about potholes?

What about getting sweaty? Flat tires? What about my goals?

I weaved in and out of the backroads

Across the big roads too, on the crosswalks

Giddy inside, feeling like a kid again, as I ought

On a gorgeous spring day

When I shooed my fear away

Road my bike to work

And thought about mortality

I’m going to die

You are too, it’s a reality

So go and do

I can’t wait to ride again

Tomorrow morning

On my Schwinn

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