didn’t ride yesterday

I didn’t ride yesterday, although I’d wanted to.

I’d planned a route, and packed my snacks, and clipped into my shoes.

But when I left my house and made my way into the street,

I felt a pang of something strange add lead into my feet.

“What is this?” I hissed and spit, “I’m ready for the road!”

But in my heart I knew that start was the furthest I would go.

I turned around and headed home, defeated and distraught.

Though when I did I realized, “This is really what I want.”

It wasn’t the day to bike the Bay, instead I needed chillin’.

Maybe today I’ll take a ride, but yesterday I didn’t.