Bicycle Ride

Bicycle Ride

Rushing Wind:
In my hair
Through my shirt
On my face.
Tense legs and arms,
Vibrating,
Against the ground.

As I lean from 
Left to Right
My world moves under
And around, too.

Lights fail to glow but
Blur
Streak
Shoot
Past my swiftness.
The speed becomes me,
I disappear.