A Morning Poem (of a sort. Possibly the bad sort)

Commute

PedalPedalPedal.

Three feline gargoyles
tails over chill cat toes
on rock at the water's edge
watch, and guard.

PedalPedalLook.

Four shore birds wading
on the mud flat,
tide low, rapid legs blur
until a lapping wave washes two away.

PedalLookLook.

One flash
through black boulder
of a reflected shining -
shard of the Emerald City, bottle green light in my eyes.

LookLookLook.

Here at last,
pedal slow. No more
quivering clumps of bay grass
crowned with long, soft, pink ears.

A better person at work today.