Saturday, April 2, 2016

The bearded-man on a tall bicycle

I follow you on foot,
staying eight meters away
which is the distance within
I can still tell if you are smiling
and I know by now that when you do,
your eyes smile too.
I'm glad you don't go too fast.
I'm glad you ride above the crowd,
it helps me not to lose track of you.
I also carry a bottle of tea.
I also like to watch the birds
and the people in the park.
I'm also fond of long reads.
I think you saw me the other day,
in the rain, it started suddenly
and I had no place to hide,
so I didn't.
I wonder if you were surprised.
I wonder if you considered
coming join me,
or talk me out of it.
I wonder if I would have been able
to say a word. I don't think I would.

(Written for NaPoWriMo day 2 of A to Z Challenge.)

1 comment:

  1. A poem to fall in love with! I so admire how the monologue reveals more about the speaker than the man on the bike, yet the connection between the strangers is palpable.