The world is tilting

view compressed

stomach turns under

a lycra vest.

The brain is ready

all systems steady

for instant glory

and the coming test.

Birds fly

I envy them

in my earth down - trodden form

As I feel the tyres grip

and the frowning threat of storm.

The force that keeps the world in place

is central to the human race

and now here comes the inner vision

with this pathetic personal mission.

Soon the panoply unfolds

of vistas cast in greens and golds

as breath invites the outside in

a battle that the soul must win.

The world becomes a beckoning call

and out there is the hue and cry

of winner takes all

and this lithe machine says do or die.

The heart obeys an ancient dream

that resonates with older hills

where spears and knives were cast in fire

and still remains the upward desire.

I dare look back at the swaying road

as pedals take an extra load

for now I know

that nature dares

and the force will out

for he who cares.