Biking Philosophers

Well, she said,

Perhaps we’ve given up

on solving all the world’s problems

before eight o’clock in the morning.

Yes, I agreed,

In our maturity,

we have determined

there is no solving things

for someone else —

The only place 

we may have traction

is with ourselves

Later, as I watch the swath of sparkles

spread across the water

underneath the sun,

I think: These sparkles are a dance

between my eyes and the bright light —

They engage and spin together

in the nexus of perception

I will come away dazzled.

The light will keep dancing

with each living thing that receives it.

We’ll see it sometimes,

and not be aware when we don’t.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 14, 2014

Photo by Heather Mulhern