once a poet

sunrise, early morning and still awake, abide
in the doorway, but on the path.
breath. disappointed once, another chance?
mind-clearing, open road and hours, hours, foot steady on the pedals, just breathing.
and the wind.
ever-whistling through that never-fixed crack, drown it out with beat and flow
those old riffs and solos once bathed in emo-tional
phases shaped like circles now broken and new, like each breath.
scenery passes, trees to concrete and back again
seemless, endless, sand and water and greens blending
oils smeared by a thought-full hand,
blurring into familiarity
like a kiss.
hours to go and elastic miles, slipping by and slowing
teasing, skewing, twisting time
closer now, steady hands and heart rushing
ahead to deep breath, like the wind
to familiar heartbeat, oh, like that kiss.