On Bike Racks and Their Installation

 

I wish I could live more confidently
boldly
knowing all is well and will be well.

Instead I inhabit my small square of life
tentatively
always looking in the rearview mirror,

afraid that the bikes will fall off and clatter on macadam,
bouncing
once, the way I saw it happen on the way to Maine.

Is this lack of confidence or is it responsibility?

In this age of selfies, I no longer understand the difference.