At the top of the hill with my bicycle, I wait,
As I start to roll down I am going too fast, out of control,
I cannot find the pedals and my heart is in my mouth
My feet flounder in the air uselessly.
Tightly I grip the handlebar
While the incline decreases,
Allowing me to slow.
The speed was terrifying but unknown sights beckoned
And as I look around I cannot see you any more
Because you didn’t want to leave
So I had to make my own way.
Now I don’t know if we will see each other again
But at least I’ve gone forward.
Pollen is in the air, making my eyes water,
But the white blossom all around is beautiful.