by Old Bone Machine
The great Irish poet and Nobel Laureate, Seamus Heaney, died this week. I read some tributes to him in the newspapers and the following quote spoke to me.
Is there life before death? That’s chalked up
In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,
Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup,
We hug our little destiny again.
“Whatever You Say, Say Nothing”, line 57, from North (1975).
In a response of sorts, I rode for 130 kilometres on country roads and forest trails. And the early spring sun delighted me.
September and the odometer reads 7,699 kilometres. My goal for the year is to ride (and run) 12,000 kilometres.