It's not about the bike

It's not about the road
A color, a smell, a noise, a bright or cloudy sky
It's the flash of reality seen from the inside
when flesh and bone take control.

It's not about the ride
the crowd, the casual sights, the chatting, the meal
But staying 5 or 6 hours alone with yourself
Until any inner conversation topic just be left.

It's about breathing going slower and deeper
knees and ankles forgetting its old frictions
as a warm elixir falls off from your chin
bounding all complexities of life
in the next pedal stroke.

It's about the shape of your back on it
bowed and still straight
An incessant plea to the everlasting road
that sets you free.

It's not about the bike
because it is about being yourself on it
at some point between heaven and road
and that's the whole point.