Dew not yet dry as we roll down the street

rolling, gliding, flowing our way through the morning rush,

hardly noticed at all by traffic beeping and buzzing

without thought

hardly noticed at all, until we stop and wait

entering and exiting their domain with push, a pedal

Down goes the pedal, pushing pumping towards something

more than a destination

Otters dance through the waters as we pass

An Egret preens it’s feathery glory

Nothing more than a push, a breathe, pedal

rolling on, centered in the now & only now

Peace with each push of the pedal

Peace with each push of the pedal