And wasn’t that he
on the bike yesterday
in the heart of downtown’s
rush hour traffic?
I was struck by how thin,
almost frail, he looked
but how you could feel
the charge of his energy
generating out–

a crisp salute to a motorist,
a forceful left hand turn signal–
his whole body vibrating will,
intention.

And he turned
weaving among
the trucks,
construction vans,
honking cars.