I cycle the back road

Sun pushing at my back

If the wind comes in my face,

I’ll take a different tack

My route is always spontaneous

For I always ride alone

It’s not the best of worlds,

But it sure beats sitting at home.

Bicycle built for one,

Apartment built for two.

Somehow it seems incongruous

Like a blue suit with brown shoes.

There are bicycles built for two

But for that two people must commit

To travel on the same path

And hope that for us it fits.

Some day that bike’s for me

But for now she is unknown

So it’s bicycle for one

As I ride this road alone

Steve Ropiak