Splash!
I dove out the window,
leaving the stale heat
of a room not worth remembering
Splash
into crisp, cool, clean
tomorrow
I am free
and wrapped in peace
Laugh
Let her arms lap and sway me,
gently as the moon
reminds me
there is truth that only we know
There is truth
-kara
I am preparing for a garage sale. I want all this stuff, this useless stuff away from me now. No more digital SLR and all those heavy Nikon lenses. No more art supplies. No more glass. No more big computer. No more big computer monitor. No more dulcimer. But could my dearly loved bike be spared? I put my Headmaster neck brace on, and with confidence, took my Tequesta out of the garage. I would just give it a try around the driveway.
My only concern was the weakness of my neck. Boy was I short of worry. Trying to mount the bike, I lost balance and fell to the ground, the bike falling on top of me. Fortunately, this took place behind my van so neighbors should not have seen. Shaky, I pulled myself together, and with all my strength and concentration, I got my leg over the bike. It’s a man’s style bike.
As if I had never been on a two-wheeler before, I wobbled, feeling like a very off balance sack of potatoes as I coasted down the driveway. I knew I had to stop or I would have fallen over onto my side. Oh no! I hadn’t considered the brakes! How the hell would I squeeze those levers?! Shit! Well, I wasn’t going very fast, so I was able to put my feet on the ground and stop. But there I stood, out in the middle of the driveway straddling my bike, afraid to lift either foot off the ground. My balance was gone.
Lew and Aiden were in the back yard. I called to Lew. No answer. I called louder a few times. Finally he responded “What?!” I called back “I need help!” “Oh” he said. I waited, my legs feeling weak. He didn’t come. I called him again. “What?!” he said. I called back “I’m stuck on my bike. I can’t get off. I need help.” I waited again, and still he did not come. “Lewwwwwwww!!!” I was nearly crying now. Neighbors next door and across the street were outside and clearly could hear me, but said nothing, did nothing. There I was, slapped in the face with creeping disability, public humiliation, and the cold awareness that no one cared to help. A good ride on my Tequesta with the wind in my hair would have left that shit behind. But no more.
Goodbye bicycle.
- kara
June 13, 2007
BRAVO AIDEN!!!
…and the freedom begins!
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