Monday Poetry Train #43

My First Bike
by Joy Renee

Feet on the pedals
Push, push, push.
Wheels go round.
Time is neither
Here nor there.
Space is a rush
Past my face
And nothing is
Except this.
And this is NOW
Balanced on the seat
Of Eternity.

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After posting my musings about the nostalgia of bike riding in my Sunday Serenity, I thought I remembered that one of the pictures I scanned while at my Mother's last December had been of me on my first bike around age 11 or 12. The bike was a hand me down from cousins if I remember right; given to me the summer I was eleven.

I considered tracking it down to post into the bottom of that post but then I decided it would make a good subject for Monday Poetry Train. I started out trying to make a Haiku but I guess I had more to say than eleven syllables could handle.

Note those two-toned Oxford Saddle shoes. White and peanut butter tan. I got a new pair for school each year from kindergarten through sixth grade. Picture me running in these! I ran more than I walked for the first 17 years of my life. My first pair of school shoes that were not Oxford Saddle shoes were chocolate brown suede Waffle Stompers for seventh grade. Does anybody remember those?

Ah, nostalgia. It seems to offer a kiss but it greets you with a bite.