Eyes forward, glances sidewards-
glistening, gaping asphalt ahead.
The rolling rumble of mass with
a warning blanket of shadow
then push of air.
Exhaust and earth mix with
bitter sweet smells of
cigarette, cannabis and vaping tobacco.
Cycling brethren flock, then disperse
in our solitary worlds of flight.
Dew on morning air
Bejewelled bark and slick shiny limbs
Bird song breaks silence
Lattices of light
Soft shadows finding shelter
Comfort is within
I wander through a summer’s afternoon
With occasional caress of sapling leaf, and stem.
I notice the latticed intricacies of a tree
and with unexpected compulsion approach
so my fingers can feel the grooves and ridges.
Alive with awakened sensation
I indulge neglected memories.
But a jarring moment later,
two shirtless adolescents cruise by
their bikes rattling beneath sinuous frames.
Under their suspicious gaze,
I watch like a criminal caught.