stationary bike

it waits quietly
behind
me
as i work endless hours at my desk.
tap, tap, tap on my laptop
flip, flip flip of graded papers.
my stationary bike.
glancing back, i imagine
myself
riding, riding, riding
some trail nearby,
sweating in the january wind.
then the day seems brighter,
more energetic
even though
i
am as stationary as my bike.