Sometimes busy is too busy.
The only place where the world makes sense is where the tires meet the road,
riding down these busy streets-
yes, even in the wind driven rain,
and even in the cold, heart beating furiously.
I don't have to know, and honestly don't know, the answers
to all the whys and hows, but I
know that you keep pedaling, no matter what.
Eventually you reach
your destination
and the sun comes out.
But this place is mine
and I don't expect that it will
matter as much outside of
me as it does in my heart,
but it is
joy incarnate
joy on wheels
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