The last legs of the journey
Back on the roads that I know
Wheels turning on familiar ground
Eating the distance
Skimming past the exposed muscles of the earth
Green sinews and brown courses gleaming in the sun
Jockeying for position on the ribbon of pavement
Two hours at home and it feels like a dream
Did all of it happen?
Reality is harsh and unyielding
But the souvenirs and pictures are proof
The photos show that it was so
And now over
Predictable and slow.
But I am fresh.
I am tired and I am renewed.
The things I feared might be impossible
Are achievable. Waiting.
I had momentum on the road.
I have momentum with me still.