As irresistible as comfort food
and almost as compelling as a shit,
I had to ride my bike today. The mood
attacked at 8 a.m. I felt the fit
right after reading; restless vigor jarred
me from my coffee, made me mount the seat
and balance while I pushed the pedals hard
along these roads of asphalt and concrete.

So up to Milvia and right on Hearst
I coasted down to Acton and turned north.
At Rose a red light stopped me, and the first
few drops of sweat emerged. I pedaled forth
and headed up the slope of Monterey,
and shot for home with nothing in my way.