i’m hard-pressed to find
my miles, my mind today,
my ambition to walk down the hall

my muscles are as hard
and weathered
as stones through a storm

it’s only 9:36.
i still have four classes and
a stack of papers choking me

my mind is as scrambled
as the scattered papers
left behind by a class of forty

soon i will change into layers
of cycling clothes, clip in my shoes,
and pedal my way to a better attitude.