A drip-drop of sweat.
And then — crash!
Like a coin in water, the ripples explode and then — stop.
I look at it.
A flash —
All the healthy eats
Sun rays and tree shades from Jackie walks
Arguments with lover (not fights, don’t call them that)
Gluten-free organic ice cream
7am wakes and late night meetings
Freeway-traffic-pondering’s and —
Shazaam’ing music that glitters the soul.
This drip-drop comes loaded.
It leaves the body, rich with substance and prana
only to die, stained here on this cycling bike.
Don’t you know? —
This drip comes from a machine of a woman.
A warrior, with super-sonic strength;
metal armor to shield her from doubt,
and a heavy burdened crown, a reward of perseverance.
This drip-drop is evidence of
elbow grease soaked in thick, raw passion.
Well, now you know.