from a dream inspired by Sharon
And I tried. I tried.
Except steep hills. Except
stop signs. Except fear.
Then one day,
the brake simply
didn’t work anymore.
I thought perhaps
I’d forgotten which pedal
was the brake.
I tried flooring the pedal,
anyway, though I knew
it wouldn’t work.
At first, I hated it. Was terrified,
really. Then—right through
the intersection,
right down the steepest hill—
there it was, I was in it,
the flow, the flow.