I am so lost in thought
as I ride out of the woods
that I forget which way I ought
to turn, left or right; this can’t be good.
I recall going in on a rock trail
called The Waterway, and cycling on.
At some point my consciousness failed
me; I emerge with seconds of my life gone.
I took the hard way today,
up the hill all the way.
Maybe my blood sugar’s low.
I’ll have a scone when I stop, then go
home by a route that’s flat all the way.
Little signs of loss, as time
wears the high relief of memory away
leaving only this rueful rhyme.
Nice post. Might as well enjoy the journey..and take a bottle of water / cookie along?