Morning Light

I see it appear
Every morning
Early sunlight

Some have suggested
Cycle before dawn
But I write not ride

I don’t trust drivers
In the dark
I don’t trust listeners
With my words

I ride in the light
I hide in the light, too

If you read this
You have no one to blame
but yourself

I exist, I am
I wake early
To put pen to page

It helps to light
The way home

It helps to keep
Moving forward

It helps

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, September 2017

RAGBRAI

20,000 fools
Flood into small town mid-west
Under summer starry sky
In search of food and especially beer
Carbohydrates, protein, a painkiller

The band’s biggest gig
They will ever know
Whether they be
80’s cover band
Heavy metal cover band

It did not matter
They shredded it
We loved it
Hell, we would love anything

Sitting in front of small town
Downtown
Across the town square
 
Cycled 60 miles
Cycled 80 miles
Cycled 100 miles

Whatever
We were cooked
Grateful someone else
Cooked dinner

Staring at the cover band
Tear down the house
20,000 cyclists got cooked
On the lawn

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, May 2017

Cycle

It is a meditative practice
Physical meditation
Focus on the now for hours
Hours speed by with the world
Natural world
Patience, solitude
Flowers grow by the thousands
In forgotten ditches
Animals startled
Silent approach
Sun beats down at high noon
Heat radiates up from baked asphalt
Cracks spread
Threaten to grab tires
Threaten to throw you off
Lonely trees grow along cornfields
Shady spots to nap
To eat nuts and chocolate
To stare up at the impossible blue sky
Life passes, no deadlines
Only dandelions fields of youth

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, April 2017