The weather

I never understood why the sun set,
putting an end to the best day of my life.
I didn't understand why it was still dark out when I woke,
and how the day came gradually from darkness,
and ended in darkness.

Freedom was removing the small third and fourth wheels
and learning you can gain speed down hill on two.
Each passing day I went out further and further out,
to the ends of the earth, through the known world that was quickly expanding
like the Big Bang at the birth of the universe.

I hated turning back when I knew I went too far,
and the sun would set,
and a storm of anger would gather as I turned into the dirt drive way.

Before I could tell you where the tadpoles gathered,
where hawk flew in circles,
or how the summer heat made the mesas dance and shimmer;
before I could tell you how my legs burned pedaling for all my life's worth to make it home in time,
a flash of lightening stuck and thunder echoed through out my body.

When I was five I did not understand how the weather changed.