A Bicycle Journey

Wandering...

During my second trimester I felt like getting some fresh air.
I went out cycling through town in the warm sunny day.
Observing the comings and goings of people all around.
The flower cart on the corner, lent a lovely lilac scent to the air.
The street preacher was shouting out his testimonials,
trying to recruit believers to his cause.
Further on as my pedaling took me, I saw a group of boys.
They were pantomiming their favorite rock stars.
Strumming the air for all they were worth and
Jamming to the silent music in their heads.
Down the block past the Bakery, smelling of cinnamon buns,
was the museum.  My favorite place to stroll on a quiet day.
The gregarious doorman always wished me "A fine  day, Madam!",
as he ushered me into the foyer. He always wore that silly hat that makes me smile.  
And, of course, he kept an eye on my red bicycle by the door.
Making my way through the corridors, observing the sculptures, paintings and artifacts.
Wondering at the archaeologists dinosaur finds, mounted above and behind the glass.
Finally, on to see Pandora and her ill-fated decision to open the box.  
Letting forth into the world all manner of toxicity.  And then, again, opening the box
she set Hope free so we could cope in this danger-laden world.  
Ending my museum tour, I contemplated my coming child
and what he would find to make him cry or hope or love
in this world, as I slowly pedaled through the spring infused day.

Feb 4

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

You vividly capture the scene. I love how you’ve managed to focus so much on smell. 40 per cent of all we experience is smell and yet the sense is very often neglected by poets, myself included. Then the surprise of the baby, and what will he experience, stunning, masterful and well-controlled write.

[Ravyne Hawke]

What a delightful poem to read. I almost felt as if I were there with you, pedalling through your town. Your imagery is beautifully laid out and your descriptions are amazing. This is going in my favorites :)

[FJ Davis]

Swanton, Ohio sounds like a great place, Judy. Your living there makes it so.
"A Bicycle Journey" is charming.