Cranking
Point on the wheel
Two palms on the handlebar
Waterfall clouds
Bucketfull of wind
Sliced by spokes
Riding a white line
In-between traffic and sand
Arrow through the pedals
Zeroing in on calmness.
Crunchy groovy snow
Prairie Path
Ah there you are jogger
Joggers warble
"passing on your left," a bird sings
its gang is very understated today
The tune slips through a hole in the thicket onto Orchard Road.
"huff-pothole-huff," the breeze stirs
"look up this lane," the weeds whisper
"look up," cries the cat
A water tower.
Ben Beyerlein is a poet and artist, from the Chicago area, who has exhibited his work with the Awakenings Project and throughout the country. A past contributor to the Awakenings Review, Ben is an avid bicyclist aiming to ride cross-country some day. He lives with a schizoaffective disorder.