August 1, 2012

Two Wheels

You were on
two wheels once,
flying at high speed
down descents,
climbing the canyon
with intent,
free-wheeling home
in the wind.
Now, your wheels creep
from room to room,
pushed by arms
too tired too soon,
speed not measured
by the mile,
in sickroom sleeves,
not in style.
We will see the doctor
again this week,
perhaps he will have
the pill you seek.