Adventures In Biking New York

When I moved to New York fifteen years ago, 

I promised myself that when the time came to leave, 

I’d bike the perimeter of Manhattan. 

And so I have. And so we did.

Passing all our places of work, of communion, and love. 

That spot there, and that place there, and oh God, remember, that corner there?

A simple ride was always the goal.

Even after a bike nearly broke me whole.  

Of course the allegory could never be surpassed.

Sure enough, the ride matched my fifteen years at last.

There were detours and dead ends.

Short cuts and puked guts.

Manholes and sham tolls. 

Bumpy roads and heavy loads. 

Still.

In one way or another.

I accomplished everything I set out to do. 

A fifteen year sublease.

Ends with inner peace.

We biked the perimeter of Manhattan.

Passing all the little communities

impunities, opportunities

the brothers and mothers

dreamers and schemers

vagrants and vagabonds

yuppies and puppies

the overpriced flats and the oversized rats.

Everything’s so big here. 

Every dream. Every crowd.

So large and so loud.

Funny though.

It’ll be the things soft and small 

That’ll stay with me after all. 

Adventures In Eights

Eight.
Eight planets complete our solar system.
A complete byte is made of eight bits.
A complete mile is made of eight furlongs.
There are eight hierarchical levels of consciousness, according to Timothy Leary.
The eighth tooth is wisdom.
Buddha’s principal teaching is the Noble Eight Fold Path.
In Judaism, we cut the foreskin on a child’s eighth day of life.
In Hinduism, eight signifies abundance.
In Japan, eight is considered a holy number.
In China, eight is used as a term for parting, for saying good-bye.

It also signifies luck.
Eight apparitions appeared to Macbeth.
A figure-eight knot is called a stopper knot.
Eight is the atomic number for oxygen.
In numerology, eight is the number for destruction.
In numerology, eight is also the number for rebuilding.
Eight.
Eight.
Noble. Wisdom. Abundance. Luck. Holy. Oxygen. Appear. Conscious. Cut.
Stopper. Parting. Complete. Complete. Complete. Destroy. Rebuild.
Happy Eighth Anniversary, New York.
I love you.

There are eight kinds of vegetables in V8 Juice too!

There are eight kinds of vegetables in V8 Juice too!

Adventures In Grace

I took the long way home from work last night. Briefcase over one shoulder, camera over the other. Through the pine trees of Central Park, around the reservoir’s edge. I stumbled upon a man from out of town proposing to his soon-to-be-wife. I asked if I could capture the moment. They couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could I. I continued my long walk home.

As EB White remarked, this couple and I are members of the third kind of New York. We came here on a quest. May we always embrace New York with the intense excitement of first love. May we always absorb New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer. May we still generate heat. May we still generate light.

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