Into the Wilderness Once More

A forgotten pleasure, this
turning away from cyber
sorrows to absorb the lush
wafts of manicured meadows -

Or rather, the lawns procured
by town councils charged
with the sheer mandate of
development and neatness
of a new town estate.

Legs orbit the pedals
like mirrored moons
and my bike is some
Troy machine of war
scattering the sparrows,
pigeons and mynahs

dividing stranger from
stranger and myself
as my lips imbibe
the voice of wind
whispering joys forgotten
granting names to lost
tokens of the wayside

the hands finally
letting loose
its
taut
grip
on life’s
handlebars
of ruled 
occurrences.