The broken sunlight through the branches

A little poem about a bicycle.

The broken sunlight through the branches

Warms my back as I ride

Not quite knowing where to turn next

Peddling along

With only the soft wind as my companion

 

Listening to the chirping birds,

I start to hum with them.

What a nice day to be alone

Thinking. Listening. Breathing.

 

It is pressing on five o’clock,

But the springtime sun is upon me

So I keep my feet moving in that same circle

The tires turning with each revelation of my foot

 

Even in just this brief moment,

I know what it means to be free.

Reviews

[Emily B]

the soft tones, the sunlight, the beautiful title, the whole work is pleasing

[Tony]

I like the soft tones you create here-- the atmosphere is very pleasing. The final line is a gem--the simple things are like freedom. That's cool-- I like that.