Peloton

Robinson Crusoe in the Mini-Peloton
Memories rush over me
Forgiveness follows in the slipstream
From spoke-song of my own manipulations
For much less clear expectations



Back by the sound
The tree outside my window dances in the wind
Beautiful serene cadence in the sun
Seems to ask me why I must run
Run to! Run from! Are both the same?

I flee from a gift I cannot give
And charge into battle I cannot win
I have named this freedom
Discovering myself; Priceless!
For everything else, there's mastercard


Special gratitude to Sam Huffman and John Kramer