you tilt your head back,
you open your eyes,
the sunlight blinds you,
but you are alive
you take a breath,
between parted lips
the air is cold,
but you are alive
and that is the simplest
and also the most complex
aspect of life
the idea of living, itself
because your life is a fragile thing
like the wheels of a bicycle,
it is taken for granted far too often,
it has just been given to you
you are a fragile thing,
just like your life
but like the wheels of a bicycle,
you are essential
without you,
there is no this
there is no this moment,
which you are sharing with me
YOU ARE READING
broken bikes
Poetrypoetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy