and this love grows
through the seasons and the cycle
I feel the movement
of time
and the call of the open road.
As I ride Route 111 – a New Hampshire country road,
I push the pedals of the bicycle
Pushing up the hills of time
As my spirit grows
And opens with the movement
Of the seasons and my life cycle
As I reflect on my journey and my place in this cycle
I know that this road
Knows my movement
Feels the tread of the tires of my bicycle
Leads me to new places where I grow
With the passage of time
What is this time?
What is this cycle?
Aware of my aging body, my curiosity grows
And I wonder about the uncharted road
I am awed by the bicycle, my bicycle
and my need for forward movement.
I dreamt of the movement
Of the clock ticking away time
Yet here, riding this bicycle
I feel each beat of my heart and know that I can cycle
Through this small town, along this road
where the sun shines, and a simple flower grows
Yet, even as my life changes and grows
I know that stillness will prevail and cease my movement
I know that there will be an end to the road
Where there will be no time
Yet that too is a cycle
And when I die, I hope it is on my bicycle
Through this journey and on this road my life grows
The bicycle propels me and gifts me with joyous movement
And in this moment, time ceases, and I see the glorious cycle
