Learning to Cycle in a Church Parking Lot - Reina Lee

On a stroll on a street on a cycle, you must
remember to move your legs lest
the spin of your wheels cut into calf
or chick or lamb, spill over
wine and sweat. On an uphill up a road, you must
turn the gear to three. You pedal quick
as the ground catches up to your shoes
easier than you recall they ever did, tugging
at your thigh but don’t dare go higher, don’t dare
touch your finger to six as though you know
how to move your legs at that. With the tick of
the cogs—no, the wheels—no, the wires—remember
you must move your legs.