A Poem About Biking

[ski diva]

Well, sort of. Heard on NPR this morning:

The Rider
by Naomi Shihab Nye

A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn't catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.

 

[Robyn]

How very, very true! I love the feeling of leaving the world behind when I'm on my bike. :D

 

[vanhoskier]

Perfectly composed. How true it is If I'm having a bad day, it always seems so much better by the time I've reached the end of my bike ride.