What is Speed?

What is speed...?

             Is it sitting cross legged on the ground --

                    feeling the wind batter into you....

                    being knocked about by it?

        Is it gentle breezes that whirl around you ~

                        teasing you to come along...

                it is sitting still... looking up...

          watching the clouds scoot by.....

   Or is it legs pumping on bike pedals...

        as fast as possible...

            creating the wind...

                  that makes your speed tangible?

What is speed?

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like questions and was drawn to this by the question in the title. I like the playful musing and the way wind signfies speed. But it is the layout of the poem I like best as it seems to be either keep to slip its moorings at end edge of the page or seems to have been blown out of shape.