I was reading a popular biking magazine today
& they suggested not riding for 24-48 hours
after a snowfall of 3 inches or more.
I thought, exactly – why wait until after?
This is me in Colorado, composed
bundled & blessed in a blizzard,
pedaling to keep my thoughts warm
as I remember you & wonder which way is home,
through crushed ice of Broadway or 1,700 miles toward the ocean
to hold you close as Rockridge, far as the sunset
where the wait for your beautiful ideals, your mellow glow
stretches smooth & slow, watching me feel you
with your eyes closed.
You love waking up; I love the elements,
my legs climbing like cold fire
just how I write love,
too honest to be careful.