" it " with many ruminations

 

 

“it” with many ruminations.

 

“it” is not  a gaming alone

riding together far beyond,

reach and circles,

among children of spirits high,

 

as if riding beyond age,

behind a push unawares,

age and awareness together,

riding along, for  safe place;

 

what is that “it” each one,

ruminates, without any  viable,

cause  and solution, still gaming

along the bicycle, smile and smile;

 

a philosophy touches each one,

with conscious brutal instinct,

adulthood already touches each one,

where and why no one  defines.

 

Still with pride  and ride,

A mystery and go on  and on,

 

That is life with its own coils

and  conundrums beyond our reach.