On May 5, 2021, P.T. Wyant posted at ptwyant.com a Wednesday Words prompt involving spicy food, an old bicycle, and a long nap.
This poem was the result…
Sleepy after consuming all that spicy food
I settle down to a long nap
Only to be disturbed by the rattling of an old bicycle
Turning the corner, accompanied by hooping and hollering
Intent on drawing as much attention as it can
No matter how reluctant we are to give it
I can hear the noise all the way in my bedroom
The death rattle of metal coming apart
The scream of the protesting pedals under crude laughter
Or are the pedals protesting at all?
It’s been so long since I rode a bicycle
I still carry scars from the times I tried
Overlapping memories of the wind in my face
Enjoying the break as I coasted down a stretch
The noise from this bike rider keeps me from sleep
Something in his laughter makes my gorge rise
That spicy food isn’t nearly as good on the way up
How can anyone stand to listen to that rider?
The way his bike rattles as if it’s about to fall apart
Yes, I can hear its protests over the shouts
That bike makes me ache all over in sympathy
Reminding me that I’m still in one piece
Even if I’m not sure how long this will last
Better do what I can while I still can
While I’m still holding together, able to move
Move just a little closer to all I want to finish.