Bicycle

I have always been lucky

When I was six I got my first bicycle.

I rode it every day until I fell off.
It had a basket on the front and a bell.

Pedalling up roads pushed me so far inside my head that only reaching the end could bring me out.

Going down my bell would disappear as a trail of orange rust would appear behind me.

I loved that bicycle.

Lying in bed knowing that tomorrow it was Saturday
I would get up and stare at it consoled by its beautiful silence.

By Nick