I Rode My Bike in the Dim Light

Huitain, Nonet, and Dizain

Sunrise on the Columbia River — Photos by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

I.
I rode my bike in the dim light
Of predawn to the riverbank
Where the sunrise was in preflight,
The river filling up its tank
With all the drinks I ever drank.
Tipsy ducks were having a lark
Catching critters before they sank
Into the river deep and dark.

II.
A local pelican flew over
On a lonely reconnaissance
Of the sunrise river scene,
Gliding through the orange,
Strange, and beautiful
Late summer air
On the wings
Of the
Dawn.

III.
I felt myself subsumed into this world
Where light and water and color and air
Mixed together, momentarily swirled
In such a way I began to cease to care
About my anxiety and despair,
Instead embracing a feeling of love
That nudged the political push and shove
Into the river to bubble and sink
Into the murky depths while up above
This poem appeared in magical ink.

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