Soar

There’s an ache in the side and a kink in the neck, a twinge in the knee and a soreness that won’t escape me. My body feels decrepit, my mind strung out on a million different to-do lists. Physically I feel well past beat and yet as the sun rises there’s a desperate pull coming off the keys on the nightstand. A throbbing image of movement and motion blazing through the latest mental images of the day. I keep asking myself insidiously what lies just over that hill? Where does that rise off of 41 lead? Or that cross street just past 46? Slowly the desire rises, a heat that’s surely greater than whatever effect will come off the deck later today. That sense that tomorrow can’t wait but should. And a feeling of fire to turn the bike over and roll on out the door… To escape, if only for a little bit.