We grow and pulse
A green algae bloom
Of spandex tight
Coalescing
Undulating
Stretching across
Weightless
Frames of carbon-fibre
Gleaming
Resin and aluminum
Hands wrapped tight on mounts
Heart-rate monitors
Quicken with waiting breaths
Tinted, eyes are compounded
Glances everywhere
Heads strapped by helm
Bowed
Praying for protection
Strength
Quads and hams
Fill with blood
Guts quiet and disappear
Clicks
Feet clasp the clips
The mass moves
Begins to roll
Slipping
Everything into nothingness
… when we become the wind.
© Dale Schierbeck 2013
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