Haikus on My Ride

Written by: Elisabeth Sherwood, Blue Ride

Act One:

Farewell, small, sad town.
Hello beautiful sunshine
And jagged landscape.

Rocky outcroppings.
Muted desert colors are
Perfect for mornings.


Act Two:

Oh, we have been warned
Of challenges up ahead.
We remain steadfast.

Rolling hills begin.
But where is the downhill?
Instead, purple sage appears.

Act Three:

Surely we can descend?
Yes, you may. For a moment.
Then the climb steepens.

Lo! The winds quicken!
We are aided in our quest.
Three cyclists leapfrog.


Act Four:

We have caught the wind.
The brush morphs against to gas.
What does it matter?

Earthbound no longer,
We feel as one with the sky.
There is nothing closer to flying.

Posted in 2016 Seattle to D.C. - Blue, Blog.