Today I biked away from a rack
snow was beneath the left post
as I turned to wheel away
across the street to cross another
evidence points to the saddle bag
brown with small holes under each side
three dollars from the saint's thrift store
not attached to the rear steel tubes
releasing to the street
going into the world
no longer possessed
did I lose it
or was it never mine
I am less a laptop and its umbilical cord
a red and a blue bungee cord
the latter a bit shorter
an intensely blue hat
with its convenient built in face mask
a pair of mittens who are losing their integrity
and a spare tube for a 29 inch bicycle tire
a loss is part frustration
some bargaining (and retracing steps)
a lightness, responsibility reduction
the conclusion of philosophy's impulse
and a little acceptance capped by the feeling
that I may not have had anything at all.
epilogue
Roman Ryan 