Morning Rider

There are bubbles on your toes: they keep you afloat in the most hazardous of situations. Sometimes they burst, but one can only hope they still save your back from fighting with the ground. That cheeky smile you wear, full of grit and broken wind. You rock it for the ride. A face who has seen too much, with skin like the sand at the shoreline; it greets the day break with each rising. What amazing courage it takes to jump on three each time with a 'Thank you'.