Bike In The Mist
BIKE IN THE MIST
The straw beneath my boots
sounds like breakfast being chewed,
my fog-wet cheeks glisten, and I laugh.
Clouds kiss the earth
with lush, foggy abandon -
all sloppy wet exploration -
as I finally capture your tongue with mine,
mere feet from the road
where your bike appeared from the mist,
a magician's trick in reverse
and you were the lovely assistant.
Your giggle gets taken by the cloud
with my reason
a half second behind it,
when we both stop
and listen
to the sound of two hearts
beating out of sync
in otherwise perfect silence.
Helping you to your feet is automatic,
as is my awkward goodbye,
and as I watch you pedal away,
I think I am certain that fog is lucky.
when we both stop
and listen
to the sound of two hearts
beating out of sync
in otherwise perfect silence.
Helping you to your feet is automatic,
as is my awkward goodbye,
and as I watch you pedal away,
I think I am certain that fog is lucky.
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©2003 Christopher Reilley
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If we didn't work from home I would probably bicycle to work like this... mist and darkness, but alas with some risk for a collusion.
ReplyDeleteLucky fog and you get left behind. O dear.
ReplyDeleteMuch💛lovr
'your giggle gets taken by the cloud' .... love that visual! Great poem.
ReplyDeletei like the awkward feel of this poem, matches the situation of the poem. very strong metaphors
ReplyDelete"The straw beneath my boots
sounds like breakfast being chewed,"
"Clouds kiss the earth
with lush, foggy abandon - "
matching with...
"as I finally capture your tongue with mine,"
very well written, i enjoyed very much, very concrete writing here
This was a sweet love poem with a right amount of tenderness and passion. Phillip quoted some of my favorite lines. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteI love the magic of this moment and how you interpret fog to all be part of the magical, mystery show of life. Special.
ReplyDeleteSuch amazing, strong visuals in this one! I especially like; "Your giggle gets taken by the cloud with my reason a half second behind it."💝💝
ReplyDeleteEnchanting, Christopher: love arrives on a bicycle and disappears in fog!
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