Where has all The Cold Gone?

Hot & contemplating a bath & dinner.........07/01/07



Grey then bright, not bright enough to blind.
The road was damp but dry enough......My kind.
Into the park where the Deer are so dear,
The ground beneath me mud.......just why I'm here.
How warm do I need it to plain sail along,
How calm do I want it to not have to hold on.
The wind was my friend for half of the time,
Homeward bound was a terrible crime.
Puffing, panting & shielding my eye's,
The mud & the dirt, the burn in my thighs.
Everywhere others would stand in my way,
Not sure wether to run away or to panic & stay.
What must they think of this filthy man,
Pelting along as fast as he can.
Mud flicks up right into my face,
A little too, must reach their safe place.
Long gone now, with my mobile soundtrack,
I don't hear a child say; "I want a bike just like that".
My wheels are spinning, I am standing still,
This mud like rotten flesh, klings to this hill.
I stumble & fall as I push my way,
Beyond the sludge & worms & death & decay.
I am lucky this time as I usually am,
Not to end up on knee's or arse or face or hand.
Rest in sight for a drink & a bite,
To take a picture of a tree I might.
Onwards & windward I continue to plod,
Passing by bikes who ignore my nod.
It's not like that up at Holmbury or Pitch,
Where we stop & chat to rest a stitch.
Getting dark now, lights go on,
Seeing is easy, all feeling has gone.
Spat at from clouds, wind whipped & scathed,
Thoughts of soaking, dreaming & bathed.

Where has all the cold gone this Winters day?




Jason





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