Perfect September
Oh the silliness of youth, thinking July was the best month
Wrong! Now you have no school- which was horrid,
Now you have no work - which was tiresome, finally
the blessed perfectness of September to enjoy.
Like today, in my woods, first lake, second lake, third
my true home and native land
where I tended a tender marriage and
raised a brood of humans. I'm here to stay.
I zip through the forest on my repaired bike, she's
ready to escort me to a dreamy state of mind
music in my ears making the world right again
white sparkling water flashing in my periphery
dappled sunlight on the trail confusing my eyes
so I close them. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
up and down the hills I go- marvelling; revelling
in this cornucopia of gloriousness to my senses.
The air is warm, the speed cools the sweat on my neck
I neglected to grab my helmet, almost on purpose
freed hair blowing in my manufactured breeze
the people are so lovely; they are in no hurry
to let this day pass by, it demands their patience.
I smile, a huge smile at them all, they smile back
knowing what we see, this perfect September
we are both experiencing; our secret on the path.
I am so free, free of commitments, of loneliness,
of substances of any kind, of harsh words to self,
of anxiety, of worry, of anthing. I am the lucky one
free to be a youngster on her bike, riding like the wind.
I never felt this good at 12, even in
this much older (soon to be aching) body, I would never trade
this freedom for youth. Never. Pump pump pump
up up the hills, coast, glide, relax, breath this freedom.
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