Adventure, Photograph, Poetry

Just Another Saturday


Chasing the wind,
as it swirls and moans.
As ominous dark clouds
stream across the sky.
Hiding a velvet blanket of eternal blue.

Rolling on dusty trails,
that seemingly lead nowhere.
As blood slowly drips red
down ever pistoning knees.
Midst tortured lungs and raged breath.

Shredding the downhills,
over scattered rocks and roots.
As a the late evening light
plays hide and seek.
Just another Saturday mountain bike ride.

~Mark Schutter ©2015

What did you do today?

Photograph, Poetry

Dropping into the Void

wpid-img_20150620_103125.jpgDropping into the void
Wheels on the ground
The end unseen
Spins round and round

Pedaling the earths curve
Floating the dusty slide
Dirt washes clean
Shredding the easy glide

Sojourn to forgotten places
Single-track leads us back
Midst beating hearts
  Reaping mercies we lack

~Mark Schutter ©2015

wpid-photo-collage-maker_sz8tyv.png.png“There are places I go to lose myself; and when I return, it is often then that I have found myself again.” ~M

How do you find yourself?