Wind in my face to a place of rest. A calmness comes over me, soothing, relaxing, restoring my soul. Quiet except for the sound of Spring. Birds chirping. A slight breeze blowing. Escaping the drama of the world, ending with wind in my face going home.
Ed. Note: March 21, 2021 is International Poetry Day.
Spring air coaxes me on as I lean into the curves. The park is filled with families, kids in the playgrounds. Overhead, an airplane tows a glider, ready to be released to near total freedom, but it must return to earth. The motorcycle awaits. It is the total freedom machine.