Choice (18-043Z)
groggily slide out
of bed
put on sweats, hat,
and gloves
eight above in
darkness
turn garage light on
where my bike sits
resting on its
Winter stand
resistance waiting
for me
twenty five minutes in stationary land
shed the stocking
cap
then the hoodie
next the gloves
heart rate climbs
forgot how much
better I feel
after legs have spun
the wheel
earbuds feed me
music
takes me away to peaceful place
no navel gazing
revitalizes body
purges the soul
quiets the mind
when thoughts arise
throw them out
not at this time
intentional
refreshing
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-043Z)
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