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.