Early Spring Ride

The bike path is peppered with people, spicier by the day, and as I take my solo trip to HPAC I imagine taking part in the various pleasures in which they engage.  A game of croquet with my retired friends, chatting with my child as he sways back and forth in the carrier behind me, sitting under a tree with a clump of bread in a gathering of pigeons, practicing my golf swing, walking my infinitely happy two-legged dog with his hind wheel carrier.  Tomorrow I will become another person, or maybe several new people.  Perhaps I will chase after a ball from the soccer field and barely dodge my own front tire.  Maybe I will throw a baseball to my grandson to help him practice his swing.  Perhaps I will escort a group of special learning needs children through field and sport activities.  Perhaps I will be one of those children, experience running in a new body, in a new way.  Maybe one of the super-fast bikers that passes everyone, or the homeless man under the bridge.  Perhaps I will be the happiest dog in the world, or maybe one of the crows who may be even happier in their unhappiness.  Maybe I'll be the river in the sunlight, or perhaps in the rain.