SUN DAY BY THE WATER

Shush!

Soft wind slaps
a langour
on blue, slow-mo ripples
in the island harbor.

As this May sun day
stretches longer,

I bike,
therefore I am,

in my long-held
pedal-cycling stand,
I tweak my leg,
while I dare
let go
a moment
with my playful
arms and hands,

and my day
is made by
this heart-pumped hour–
rigorous
but delicious, easy
play and labor,

when my
body-mind
and wound soul-brain
at last unwind
to let me know
they are not twain.

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