Cycles on a Bicycle (A sestina)

I fell in love with you on a bicycle


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