Wow - what a weekend - full of good things, growth, and spending much needed time with my lovely wife. Who could ask for more than that? Well, ok, perhaps a winning lottery ticket in my pocket, but but really, this was just about the perfect weekend, topped off with about a 30 mile ride today in the bright sunshine. A very nice cap on the weekend, and I can't wait to enjoy more outdoor adventures!!! But now is a time for poetry, and so that, my friends, is where we're going now!
Prison
I came upon the prison, then,
with its gnarled iron gate with rusty pickets,
that opened up onto the boat slip.
Heavy iron bars cover what I assume are windows.
I can only see so far into the offices -
the glass on many windows has been broken:
teeth on the animal of Institution,
the blackened boxes becoming empty maws
awaiting their next victim.
I wonder what stories could be told by those gates and stones.
I am curious,
And I am afraid.
Headwind
The miles don't matter -
they could be many or few,
uphill or down,
but the terrain and the distance -
the things you think matter the most -
mean nothing
if the wind coming directly at you
slows you down.
You always want to stop.
It's easier.
Until you realize the enemy is not the wind -
it is yourself.
Sometimes I wish the world away,
to be left alone for a little time,
with my thoughts,
the good and dangerous alike,
to let life pass me by.
I wish I could be merely an observer,
to find the right answers
and stockpile,
to use when I can return to
my existence,
a participant in my own life once more.
And there we have it, kids. I hope you enjoyed, and as always:
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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