Biker Sunrise

Early mornings - someone

said we’re not

used to this,

like we’re not used

to mosquito bites,

growing pains, facial hair -

riding long hours

at this time

of day. Still -

beautiful, still, cool,

and sometimes cold.

Fog slips through pine

covered hills, we wiped

it off our face shields,

held our breath, held

the morning sunlight

in our hands,

caught its glory,

as though falling

in love

for the first time.

Riding through

irrelevant hours,

excited for this day,

proud to be

a part of the moment,

knowing

we were alive,

exposed and vulnerable

to the waking world

passing by.