Monday, February 12, 2018


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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