Sleeping eludes me
now, stomach pains a constant
reminder of loss.
However, I rose
from the couch, showered and dressed,
packed up and drove off.
First I talked to C,
newly inspired - her art
fills, expands, her heart.
Next, I talked to R,
wise, wild, insightful - rain
our background music.
A called just as I
arrived. Her voicemail stored -
road trip plans, searching.
New route: suddenly
gravel, dead end, wrong mapping!
Back on Highway 10.
This is my purpose -
cycling fills the hours with
acute bliss, strength, peace.
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