Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Barry J. Vitcov

Hood River to The Dalles

 

Cycling from Hood River to The Dalles

Pushed by winds out of the Pacific 

Feeling like a windsurfer on the Columbia

I could be Peter Pan for a moment

Or Mary Poppins for another

Encouraged to soar high and quick

Being the force from Star Wars

Finding my place in a temporary universe

Wisps of wishes whirling on a magical axis

Before reaching the turnaround

When imagination turns to headwinds

My torso a sail catching what I once enjoyed

Legs pumping arrhythmically

Like an Irish jig dancer wearing a tutu in Snow White

Fighting the return to Hood River and drinking pilsner

While musing about constants and dualities


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