Shady

The sunshine through the trees
becomes a strobe light in my head
as I nonchalantly breeze
beside a quiet riverbed,

I can tell the day is waning
by the angle of the light
but I’ll savor what’s remaining
like a boxer prizes fight.

The jangle of my chain pervades
this shaded little trail
bisecting rising blades
that grow much greener as I sail

beyond where they are rooted
on this evanescent ride
that’s turned so convoluted
no one covets my divide.