I decided to take a bike ride, on this Saturday morning.
Over to the park, with the trees and little creek, the swings
I played on as a child, thinking my feet could touch the clouds.
A second hand fixie, faded and chipped blue, but what I need.
Up the hills and in the shade from the resurrecting sun, and
over the little stone bridge, that a troll might live under again.
Exertion and fresh air and a mind clean of thoughts,
just round and round until noon, in this little kingdom
that once was the world that was given to me by the Fae.
Straddling my bike, looking back, before heading home.
Was this just a moment out of time, out of all madness?
Is this a new beginning, a new dream?