World Under My Wheels

World Under My Wheels

The world runs under my wheels
I watch it go by from my saddle
north, south, east, west
I ride whichever way I feel.

My peddling is rhythmic and even
like meditation, it moves me
from here to there I fly
I concentrate on my breathing.

My bicycle makes me feel blest
it doesn’t pollute or damage
people smile as they watch me pass
and I smile back refreshed.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

Written for my friends at earthweal open link weekend #11. I decided on an upbeat new poem about something that always cheers me up.

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No More Honey

No More Honey

Doth the little honey bee
making life so sweet
diving into every flower
nature’s way complete.

Meets the bee from Africa
now fighting to survive
the honey bee gets overrun
no more honey in the hive.

Overuse of pesticides
spraying every bug we see
poison pollen in the fields
requiem for honey bees.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with earthweal open link weekend #9 on 2/29/2020.

Superduper Duplex One Room Heaven

Superduper Duplex One Room Heaven

The sun cannot set on a day
that I don’t fantasize or daydream
about what goes on in houses
when one catches my eye
my mind follows.
What kind of people live there?
Do they care they have a house,
do they think about it?

At night I dream about houses
with yards and flowers
I think about what goes on in them
I am doing laundry at my house
broken machines in laundromats forgotten
my car safe in a garage
a white picket fence.

I am jealous of the people inside houses
I know that for those people
that get to live in real houses
during their lifetimes
all must surely be divine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared 3/6/2020 with my friends at earthweal for open link weekend #10. I was taking a class with WordPress in 2015 and that’s where the old comments come in. I still feel this way when I see a house that catches my eye.