Morning Bike Ride

I can be satisfied
with this ride
though the bends of the river tempted me
(Further down the trail, where the reflected riverbanks
braid back and forth against the river’s turns
their dance created
by the parallax
of my gliding bike
I, thus among them
swooping bright along their smooth dips
and the uncanny depth of sky)
I can stop here
where ducks kaleidoscope 
the mirror of the placid water
Gentle turbulence, further on
makes the reflection perfect
renders it in interlocking diamonds
gliding smoothly down
Colors shimmer, dazzle
Fireweed and roses
shine forth audacious purple and pinks
Willow limbs thrill in reflected ripple light
Precise lines of houses intersect the ripples’ circles
Though traffic-roar and sirens pierce the day
The mellow quiet hovers close
I can be satisfied
with this ride.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2011



Bicycle Meditation

I ride in whirring balance gyroscopic
my bicycle and all my strength in tune
My thoughts, too, whirr along their tireless topic:
deep connection and my longing to commune
It hovers like a hunger, though it feeds me
with eager energy to power my feet
The hope to find and join the place that needs me
where what I need to give and what it needs will meet
My discipline is still to keep it real
no far-flung vision, fluffy, outsized dreams
This moment’s work, this smile, this evening’s meal
To speak the truth, be kind, work hard, redeem
each effort from the weight of drudgery
So will I fly, so realize what I must be.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2011



Interplay

Interplay of light
      the image of the bank
                   in counter-swirl
           against the bend of river
       trees extending down into
     the depths of sky
         squiggled by the   
                 lightly ruffled 
                          sun dusted
                                  surface.
        Interplay of sound
        a line of music weaving through itself
  invoking hums and sometimes claps and shouts
fundamental frequencies 
   enhance the sound waves
       send exquisite echoes through our bones.
                    Interplay of touch
              a wave begun with one
    goes through another
who sends it back 
in perfect tone and time
contact flowing 
    up along the skin
          and deep within
                  luxuriance of inner liquid waves.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2011



Bike Ride to Brackett’s Landing


 Sunny, 60 degrees

A wind that buffets me but isn’t cold
One inhale’s gift of blossom as I fly
The sun’s light touch that raises up my soul
The water’s glint as I go swiftly by
The pattern of the shadows on the concrete –
rails and steps on ramp up from the underpass
The echo of my song, sustained though incomplete,
hurled down the tunnel while I’m rolling fast
These, with the words that follow melody
Trying their rhythms on the mellow tune
that floats within me answering my tunnel cry
bring heightened pleasure to my afternoon
Ah, spring! How clear the vision you inspire!
How rich the scents! How sweet the homage you require.


©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2011