Saturday, May 04, 2013

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
I rode past the turn for home,
tears freezing
because of fear
and freedom
and I wasn’t sure which was more terrifying.



WheelDancer said...

Freedom? Check.
Fear? Check.
Keep riding? Awesome!

Snakebite said...

Are you recovered?

The Old Bag said...

Recovered--lingering symptoms include an increased sensitivity to certain sounds/pitches and to general bullshit (because really, does it matter?).

The Old Bag said...

PS glad to have found your new blog!

Human Wrecking Ball said...

Take it form a beat up old dog...years from now you will marvel at how you are back to glad you are mending.

jeff said...

Glad to "hear" your voice. And I share the "sensitive to bullshit" symptom. :)