Bicycle

 

Free wheeling
Wind stealing
Joy squealing
Bicycle

 

 

Fun loving
Sun running
Road drumming
Bicycle

 

 

Open living
Energy giving
Limb spinning
Bicycle

 

 

Dynamic
Speed panic
Stay on planet!
Bicycle

 

 

Gently wend
Sweeping bend
Nature’s friend
Bicycle

 

 

~ Bicycle

 


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Just One Month

Give me a rainforest
Give me a boat
Give me some space
A wide-open face
Afloat, afloat

Give me a month
I don’t need a year
Just a light golden thread
A soft place for my head
And a route that’s unclear

Give me a mountain
A beach, a beach
Give me some distance
This insistent insistence
Only just out of reach

Give me a life-line
That trails out to sea
Give me a plane ride
A quick flip to the B-side
A ticket to free

Give me a rain-storm
Give me some heat
Give me one month
Only one month
Retreat
Repeat

Just one lone blank page
To write me from scratch
To explore, je t’adore
Only one month
Just this one month
I will never need more

 


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Though this prospect undoubtedly filled me with glee and nervous excitement, there was a problem – I was physically exhausted. I had been going hard since I landed in Santiago some weeks before – I had cycled across the deserts of Chile, I had jeeped across the heights of Bolivia – those heights literally taking my breath away (a scary story in itself that I shall share at some future point). Overnight buses, with their lack of sleep and glued to the window views were taking their toll. I was once again alone in a new city, I had a chest infection, and I was all in.Read More »