Waves and a Bicycle

I didn’t think
You could ride bicycles on waves

But in the spaces where I
Am crestfallen
The wheels fit just right
And you don’t have to pedal.

The waves cycle on,
The silent spokes
Glinting between us,
Split the world
Like a zoetrope,
Chopping oscillation,
Demanding the blended pulses
Of words in white-capped sentences.

The bicycle bobs up and down,
And neither you nor it will ever drown.



J Boulat. First published in Five 2 One Magazine, Issue 12: http://five2onemagazine.com/five-2-one-magazine-issue-12/

Published by Johanne Boulat

Johanne Boulat was born in French-speaking Switzerland, where she lives again now, but she grew up under the resplendent California sun. For 21 years she basked in the spirit of the Wilderness, which she discovered on hiking as well as literary paths. She received her Bachelor of Science in Animal Biology from the University of California, Davis in 2012 and since then has worked as a scientific field aid, a translator, a sales specialist, and a running coach. In 2018, she completed her master’s degree in English Literature at the University of Lausanne in Switzerland. She now teaches English and Science at a local elementary school and dedicates her free time to the three “R”s: Running, Reading, and Writing.

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