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.
