Onwards

I hug my bags

under umbrella.

Water seeping through

shoes.

Toes resenting

encasement.

Winter was too

long.

Please not this

again.

And then the cyclists

raise me upward.

Consume my eye.

They are waterproof

neck to ankle.

Onwards they pedal.

Onwards their eyes

say to me.

I am free under

my umbrella.

Neck to ankle

with the air.

Toes will bare themselves

at my desk.

And all day long

I will pedal

onwards.