back on it.

head has been in
a strange place.
obviously. trying to
wrap the mind around
questions that are
normally internal.
then there they are,
asked out loud.

having to think on the
feet, rather than just
answer the contemplation
with pedal strokes.
fumble the words,
drink a bit of wine,
then not parse words.
then read it again, and
again, and continue to
sort it out. do some
work, then enjoy the
sunshine. arms, legs
take on a strawberry hue.
enter the next phase.