I couldn’t breathe in water
or run to save my life
I couldn’t ride a bike
without giving my foot for offer
At 27, I couldn’t fall, and I cannot still.
So here’s my design for a gift –
to myself, and to me alone.
Here’s my offer
for the decade to close.
A 21kilometer between my name
12 laps (in a pool of any shape)
a ride on a bike that moves, for a change
and fall, and fall and fall again!
And if this is what really awaits…
here I come, the third decade!