ROAD GREETINGS

People greet me on the roads
With a smile of recognition and playful irony
How do they know that I exist?
Have they seen me in the paper?

While I drift in the forest
Rolling against the leaves
The shadows and patches of sun
'Good morning!' he says looking into my eyes
With a nod behind the mask
Almost a wave of hands
Such effusion from a stranger?

Rolling rolling on my bike
Rolling rolling in the bubble
A blur besides, and I am in conversation
Who is this young man
Full of energy? 

Some of them need to say my name
They seem to know me better than I do
They seem to know best how life works

I am left perplexed
Sometimes ahead sometimes behind
Wishing they had stopped
Wishing they stopped me, and forcefully explained

I should look at people perhaps
Watch them even