|"Two for the Road", oil, by Mary Maxam|
helped itself to the wind
and went off to the west,
and we followed our feelings
down River Road.
You can't remember sorrows
when you're sailing
on your bicycle
with your best friend,
someone you found
like a flower in a beautiful field.
You followed the stars for years
and finally found nothing at all,
but caring for this quiet person
on her new, snow-colored bicycle
has brought you
the best of this universe,
the best of its spread-out, shining gifts.