From Down Here

From Down Here
by ToadSoda

The road is windier
than it looks from my car
where somehow I missed
the ripe wine berries
where somehow I was blind
to the score of rabbits
turkey, deer and that blue heron
always at the water's edge
just below the lip of the road
In my car
I flew past her
wrapped in distraction
insulated by glass and metal
But on my bike,
I am as exposed as she
just like a startled deer
it's not hard to imagine
how easily I will go down
if met with a speeding car,
a distracted driver
and no time to react
But that's not why I ride
I ride to give my legs, legs