Cyclist – for Bradley Wiggins, Shane Sutton and cyclists everywhere

November 9, 2012 at 9:06 am (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, politics, Stories) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

From the moment he slid into a saddle

he wide straddled the earth on a thing without wings

aerodynamically bound to conquer contours

race rivers hurtle hammer and shift he had the gift of speed

the physical need to flex his legs and work a precision machine

feet flashing bending bridging the cadence of his heart changing

to meet the cardiovascular thrumming of the pedal fall and rise

 

as if he rode in the slipstream of the gods.

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2 Comments

  1. J Matthew Waters said,

    nicely captured, i love cycling

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