I hope you stop calling

to find out where I am,

for I am somewhere 

having the pleasure 

of my own company 

and having fun 

at your expense

since you don’t believe 

that I can be frantic too 

at doing nothing 

the way I am at working 

and so at powering down,


a bicyclist not pedaling 

for the cycle to glide

but coming down 

from the bicycle,

lowering it to the ground 

not leaning it on a tree, 

not letting it stand 

by itself;

and then lowering myself 

to the grass, 

my hands clasped 

behind my head

to give me a prop 

while admiring the bicycle

for steady and loyal service,


and watching the clouds forming 

slow movie pictures 

in the skies I never had 

the time to see before now.

This time is well deserved, 

we got here by hard work

 the bicycle and I,

and we could do 

with some soft life

for a couple of hours, 

with the safety helmet 

breathing free

on the ground too,

with mindful apologies to the grass playing hostesses to us.