I Am The Power

I passed her.

She said.

“I love your bike.  It looks so powerful.”

I said.

“Thank you”.

Out loud.

In my heart.

I whispered.

I am.

Bike Over Niagara River

My bike does not take me.

I am the power.

That takes my bike.

Bike Ride Beauty

To great heights.

Downhill To The River

And all of it’s downhills.

It goes no where.

Without me.

Powered Not Here

It sees much.

Falling Water

Because I go.

I Am The Power

I am the power.




The Bike.