I’ve been on a cycling tour for the past week or so. Cycled with a group of 14 cyclists from Ft. Myers, Florida to Key West, Florida. So, I’ve been out of pocket. But here is a short ditty I wrote before the tour began.
Planting Seeds
When you least expect it.
When your eyes are closed.
When you don’t mean to.
When you let that fly survive.
When you speak in low tones.
When you rock back and forth, holding someone tight.
When you tell that joke, whisper that secret.
When you give that wink or smile.
When you let someone help you plant your garden.
Wash your car.
Fix your bike flat.
Or even scramble you some eggs.
Whether you know it or not.
Whether it registers deep or floats on the wind.
Whether you laugh, kiss or smile.
You are planting seeds that will grow if watered.
Seeds of familiarity.
Seeds of trust and love.
Seeds of knowledge.
Seeds that will bear fruit.
And grow for a life time.
Bob Bussey (March 18, 2026)
Knowing and Knewing
I knew you knew that I knew
Then we all laughed and called it “knewing.”
It was just fine knowing that we all knew
It worked for us every time
Pinkies intertwined together in the knowing rhyme
“We said something together” said it all.
Bob Bussey (March 13, 2026)
So It Starts
The trip
Starts with planning
Conditioning your mind
Conditioning for your body
Waiting.
Bob Bussey (March 9, 2026)