bike ride

By Greg Wood

you can ride to the sun on a bicycle
painted in spring greens.
an echo of the world,

travel up
through
sprawling
blues;

not all the way up
to the raging fire,
its blazing reds
its singeing
greens
and whites,

just to the layer
beneath
where golden
coins of light
unfurl and spill
like waterfalls
through your
hands,

shimmering
mirrors
of eternity.

soon they gush along
the pavement of
your past as if it, too,
can be cleansed
of finitude

watch your past fly
like a sparrow
up, up through
the flames

and emerge on
the other side
as an eagle far
greater than

any universe

bound by folded
wingspan
of time.

Greg Wood is a cosmopolitan southern poet with roots in Virginia and connections to Alabama and Amman, Jordan. He regularly publishes in Dissident Voice and was recently featured in Ireland’s Dodging the Rain and Britain’s premier journal, The Lake. Greg is the founder of Skylight, a creative arts outreach program that has touched the lives of many across the Unite States.