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.
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