Biking at night is a lonely activity.
I do not recommend it for
wary hearts or quaky fingers.
The street lights every so often
will follow your quick-moving form
down the bike path,
your shadow popping up then
receding just slow enough to see.
Cars’ red blinking tail lights
practically mock you as you
huff and puff up the hill,
sweating even in the night air.
I haven’t even mentioned the homes,
This heart – I’m speaking of mine –
almost can’t take
the unknowing, the question of
events behind curtains.
I won’t start now.
All I’m saying is last night on my bike,
my ears cold and the streetlights sputtering,
pedaling towards babysitting,
I didn’t want to babysit
and I didn’t want to be alone in my skull.
I know there’s no solution.
People tell me this is a lifelong problem.
I wish you would come bike with me.