Poetry in Motion

Thick warm air through which
I glide like fingers pulled through
A slow flow of water.

Poetry in Motion

Fast as the finch
I ride, side by side with him
Through air, over earth

Poetry in Motion

be here

shadow and breeze
blue sky and trees
rhythmic pumping of my knees as
I move along with ease

be here

Poetry in Motion

A wind pipe whistles
the sweet song of tranquil speed
into my ear.

Poetry in Motion

An old woman
passes by in an SUV
scowling at
Me
riding my bike
smiling at her.

Poetry in Motion

I am the sparrow's wingman
as she --
wings spread wide in
kite-like form --
jukes and weaves
inches from the earth
inches from my speeding wheel.