On Route

Deep breathes slowing

Engulfed in the feeling of peace I ride these winding roads

With a warm breeze blowing and blue sky above

A field of figs to my right

Strange faces and even stranger places I cannot help, but smile

Breathing in lungful’s of fresh air

Truth be told I expected more of a fuss, but instead a smooth quiet ride

The concrete jungle a marble in size

My prayers have come true, to survive another day