The Everyday and Ordinary
The everyday bicycle is no more
everyday than the wheat germ
that feeds millions,
the autumn leaf that delivers
every shade of red, orange, and yellow.
The ordinary bicycle is Jefferson’s horse,
Your car. On it, time beats
slowly, a breath becoming story,
Light developing photographs.
My everyday bicycle exercises
my heart, my body, my spirit.
How can any of that be ordinary?
As if to answer, stopping my bike
in a place I would not,
an owl lands in a place I did not
know it did,
then spreads its wings in extraordinary landing.