The Tour de France v1

The Tour de France v1

The route, hard and black,
The countryside, soft and green,
Sunflowers rocking themselves to sleep to a lullaby of leaves,
Some regarding the route as expectantly as us,
Others facing the opposite direction,
Ignoring our imposition on their peaceful existence.

Attention!

The haven is interrupted by a hell of horns, helicopters and hands
Announcing the arrival of he we await.
Part man, part machine,
Metal, rubber, carbon, flesh, bone, muscle
More than the sum of the parts
Silent, alone in the heaven and the hell,
Strong components, strong connections
Sole question: How strong?

A fat guy and lady, conserving energy opposite.
She carries her spare tyre around her middle.
What unites this couple with their hero?
In that moment he passes he shares his life with us
We get in touch with the part of us that believes in possibilities.
In that moment we are all alive.

What about the moment after?
And the one after that?
We leave with a choice.
To spectate or participate?
To give little or to give all in each moment?
Until next year,
The spectacle returns,
And we return to watch them.
Exploring the limits of life in the limitless beauty of nature.


Kerry Turner July 2007