Midnight Cycling

Closest to midnight —
We swish past sleepy villages at full speed
coming back from the only bar in town.
Someone somewhere shouts:
“YOLO! You. Only. Live. Once.”
I’m filled with a sense of freedom as I grin widely,
my ears like wings flapping in the air.

An unexpected crescent moon comes into full view.
I throttle the brake so hard, the rear wheel
slightly lifts off the ground.
But I’m in unison
with my cycling partner as we simultaneously
come to an abrupt stop; exquisite is the sensation.
As a late bloomer
who came to cycling very late,
I feel like a pro.

Without a word, we gaze skywards.
After a while, I lower my eyes to take in the 360-degree view:
steadfast forest, quiet country road, field crops,
rising fog, blazing but subtle skyline,
the colour blue, before coming back to settle
on the astonishing moon.

For a moment I visualize a world without suffering:
no war, widespread disease, natural disasters, poverty, prejudice…just peace.
I sigh, because it all seems an impossible dream.
But for now, as we cycle through the night,
silence is limitless love and happiness.

Countryside Landscape at Midnight

PS. I hope you’ve enjoyed these summer poems and glimpse of my outdoor activities. 🙂 As you’re probably aware, my writing follows the ebb and flow of seasons. So, for the rest of the summer, I’ll continue with Project Find Beauty. But I’ll return to (dark) poetry in autumn. Thank you all for journeying with me. ♥ If you’re new to this blog, welcome and stay!

This is Country

Hoppers chirp
Bees hum

Fostering species
Flowers bloom

Cotton clouds
Blot the sky

Breeze wafts
The sun shines

Noon whispers
Asserting calm

Tractor distracts
A wader singing

Berries compete
And weed whips

Cobwebs adorn
Windows anew

Down the river
A boat awaits

Eve instructs
Bathers rejoice

As midnight sun
Detains nudes

Before a curtsy
Sign to retire

Oh, solitude
Urban traces fade.

PS. Images in the post (besides feature image): 1 – patches of clouds in the sky, 2 – tractor working in the fields, 3 – weed among redberry bushes, 4 – rowing boat, 5 – neighbouring saunas & 6 – some people I know sitting on the rooftop and cooling down between sauna sessions.

PPS. This is Country is a poem from Seasons Defined. Now you can’t say I didn’t tell you about this book. 🙂 Fresh poem next week. Happy Summer Reading!