(Suggestion: I encourage you to play this Youtube audio as you read the poem.)
In the evening I will ride my bike
In the gathering darkness; myself
Will look about, and not see another,
Alone in the park, and break
The silence with breath and the sound
Of wheels hitting pavement;
I will enjoy the warm breeze through the trees
Seeing what is to see, and hearing what I can not; Cicadas
In the shadows of the forest; and myself
With hands gripping handlebars,
Will smile content, yet nervous, and
Hurry to finish my journey.
The first "Alone" poem was written in 2006.
Yesterday evening, from 6 to 9pm, I rode my bike along the length of the Terry Hershey Hike & Bike Trail, ending up by riding through portions of the George Bush Hike & Bike Trail as the sun went down.
The Cicadas were out in force, most of the trip, especially along the Bayou next to the Terry Hershey Trail.
It was a fun and interesting ride, the first time I had been on either trail.
I want to thank my friend Marian Allen for the photo, posted on her Facebook, that served as the inspiration for the words that accompany the first photo, above.
I also want to thank the 2 couples who gave me directions at 2 points on the George Bush Trail, as the sun went down.