My Neighbor’s Bike

 

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My first bike

Was a neighbor’s bike.

“Too many hills,” my mom had said

As if topography in any way diminished

The accelerated thrill

Of legs off pedals

From the top of the rise

To our street.

There was no arguing

Or vowing to share and never fight.

We knew her words were code

For “we cannot afford.”

But my sister’s friend across the street

Did have a bike

And with it the absolute power to dispense

Rides, routes, direction, and duration.

There were no training wheels

To ease one in.

There was no question of admitting

Complete lack of experience

And risking an evaporated offer.

So it was guts and trepidation

A stranglehold on the handlebar

And the utter exhilaration

Of flying.

 

 

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Keep Calm and Carry On

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Do not fear

The abrupt edge

Of life

When the path

Disappears

And clefts

Into strife.

Take a breath

Blow out fear

Know a brand new

Adventure

Is immediately

Near.

 

 

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The Path Ahead

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

 

So many times the path ahead

Is shrouded in the mist

Of worry, fear

Of hopes and dreams

And all that we resist.

Though as we put one foot

Then next

And make the road our own,

We see the vague

Becomes defined

As steps our souls have

Known.

 

 

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Risky Paths

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It is okay to see the risk

And not step

Fully

Into it.

Courage does not always

Mean

Precarious

Heaving ho.

Perilous paths

Indeed at times

Need forging,

But aren’t

All

Tests of

True bravery,

When often enough

The careful way

Around

Is a daring

Opportunity.

 

 

 

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Into The Dark

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Wedged into the shaft

Rope taut

Legs braced

He peers down

Into dark

Forgoing light

For the unknown

Cave beneath

And the void

Beyond.

 

 

 

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Grit of Will

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

They don’t give up.

They push on, they keep trying.

For the plainest of skills.

Simple tasks need endurance:

Every sentence’s a summit

Every speech sound’s a triumph of will.

Such tenacious young children

Built of grit and forbearance

Marathoners of life’s endless sprints

All uphill.

Oh, how deeply they teach me

The depth of true mettle

In courage, in hope to succeed.

Their indomitable spirit

Forms a marvel:

Pure resolve wrought from steel.

 

 

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