The sun was there and then it wasn't
The ride started cold
Neighborhoods teeming with skeletons, Frankensteins, a small Hulk peering out from behind the bushes
It takes me 15 miles to remember how to do this
I am trying to metabolize grief
The longer the ride, the better
Horizons orange and gold
Then darkness
Twenty-seven miles later
I woke and read, listened to a Patti Smith album, took the puppy for a walk past so many guttered leaf piles
Met with a friend, rode for two hours. Spooned yam and apple soup from a speckled ceramic bowl
Yesterday: an intervention
Today: everyone but me cosigns it didn't happen
Me, a crazy person
I feel it out and then scuttle back to my chosen one in gratitude
I am finding the value of saying less
Soon we will pull the teabags from their paper boxes and drop them into boiling water
