to see one riding on her way
across the asphalt road
with bags attached and fenders strong
legs afire, this transporting mode
keeps air more clean and particle-free
and works his muscles well
chain marks on his calf, or narrow pant
are often the cycling tell
panniers on the rear, one left, one right
carry her work, her clothes
while she wears helmet, glasses, gloves and coat
and covers to protect her toes
he rides with caution and with ease
the streets he knows by heart
snow and rain and wind and hail
he from his bicycle won't part
I ride behind her fully at peace
I trust her every decision
her movements are so smooth I am
captured by the vigilance and precision
I am not nearly so strong and true
as to daily ride my way around town
I admire the commuter, each her, each him,
my highest respect and regard are theirs, hands down.
yesterday was SLC's Mayor's Bike to Work day, with mayor ralph becker and county mayor ben mcadams.
a hundred or so cyclists showed up at the starting point, and moseyed through bike paths and city streets to the city-county building downtown.
I've never felt so confident riding behind cyclists: these commuters are steady, vigilant, smart, and wise. thus the ode. (which proves why I am not a poet!)
hats off to every commuter, everywhere ~ hats off, and helmets on.