Catharsis: The Domino Effect

from November...early post-concussion

Instead of flying on the night quiet
of neighborhood streets,
I dodged
demons
in the dark intersections of
the why of my life
until
Domino’s delivery
dabbed into my life
at the
dark intersection
of 28th and Hampshire.

I turned my headlamp into the windshield,
stared him to stop
and pedaled,
pissed
off.


- ob

Catharsis: Sea Legs

from November...early post-concussion

The bike lurched sideways
as studded tires clamped and rolled over icy bumps and patches
and I rehearsed my logic,
"be supple"
but my elbows stiffened
chest tightened
breath caught
...be
supple....
I rode past the turn for home,
tears freezing
because of fear
and freedom
and I wasn’t sure which was more terrifying.

-OB