And me, who could start an argument in an empty room

However old I live
I hope never to forget the grace
of cycling downhill at speed,
the slightest lean flying me around the curve.

And it’s just that: the merest happenstance of a twist,
the humble change of posture, the gift
to a life poorly ridden, yet ridden all the same.
It is bliss, I think, flying through another bend. Bliss.

This thought truly came to me one day as I was cycling downhill at 35 mph (55 kph) through a curve on one of our regular Sunday rides. Right after that, the road goes up, so I had plenty of slow time to remember the concept! 🙂

In the end, I thought, what a positive thing it is in life, to be able to change your posture, just a bit, and submit to what comes your way…

Thank you for reading And me, who could start an argument in an empty room. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

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4 responses to “And me, who could start an argument in an empty room

  1. Somewhere I read that, with aging, comes spending more time in making up arguments with other people in your head. The title made me laugh and remember that certain things should be enjoyed at every age!

    • True enough! It may not be the perfect title for a poem, and it may not specifically be the perfect title for this poem, but I loved it so much and it fit nowhere in the body, so…