I Wrote A Poem

“I wrote a Poem, ” I said.

“What?”  “Really?”

Said everyone.

I, who have often proclaimed  “I don’t ‘get’ Art” with half-joking sincerity?

I, who have not written a poem since being assigned to in class?

Well, I said, it’s a very prose-like poem.

It doesn’t rhyme or use alliteration or really any proper poem-y techniques at all.

I just wrote down the thoughts that came into my head

The way blog posts used to come into my head

But it was actually easier.

Not having to worry about punctuation and complete sentences.

The thoughts came out more clearly and concisely.

Could it be I think it poetry?


Could it be this finally dawns on me age 31?

Maybe I’ll write another

Just to try it out.


An Ode to Bicycling in Seattle

An Ode to Bicycling in Seattle

A new downtown job
Leads me to spend intimate time with Seattle twice a day.
My bike and I wend our way through crisp dawns and dusks this fall.
As I go my heart fills with love and joy —
How beautiful and how functional our city!
This morning I choose to take the waterfront route, and delight in its varied scenery.
A rumbling train yard and huge working fishing boats
Give way to the manicured grass and impressive art pieces of the Sculpture Park.
I watch seabirds dive into the waters of our Puget Sound.
Behind them are layers of natural and man-made majesty:
The arching forms of Mount Rainier and the Olympics
Are repeated in the stadiums
And juxtaposed by the jutting orange cranes of the port.
All these disparate parts blend together,
Making a cohesive town that has something for everyone.
Many hidden pieces make it run.
And I too am part of it –
I always feel especially part of it as I ride,
Highly attuned to it all as I must be while cycling.
My mind feels perfectly sharp, my body one with my bike,
Light and free and balanced and powerful, breathing in the misty cool air.
I love the zenlike focus of observing and reacting to the world around me,
Traffic and pedestrians and potholes not annoyances today,
But all part of the beautiful whole.
I pass and am passed by other cyclists on their way to other jobs,
Their heads full of other thoughts.
We share the feeling of tires on damp pavement,
The cadenced effort of muscles happy to be providing propulsion,
The knowledge that there will be hills to climb.
Our City has made our journeys easier by providing marked bike lanes
And fanciful bike racks shaped like squids in front of the Aquarium.
My bike and I could both go on, but we have reached the office
So I say goodbye to Seattle and go on with the day,
Knowing that we will be together again tomorrow.