Pedals.

My shoes cling to the Trek platform.
My hands clench the metal handle bars.

Branches wither in the wind.
I watch them sway,
side to side.

Dust lifts and flies over my feet,
floating in the air
surrounding my face.
I shield my head with my helmet.

The sun glazes bright in the blue sky
peaking through each tree,
settling under clouds.
I squint my eyes,
but can’t see through the sun’s rays.

Leaves fall behind me as
trees tower over me with
branches reaching towards
clouds like hands.

My body fills with weakness,
becoming more tired
with every stroke.

A sweet scent blossoms through
the soil and grass.

Petals.