In bright sunlight I grip the handlebars
And test the gears and handbrakes
As I coast down the hill.
It is very early and the road
Is still damp in the shaded places
And the shadow of every tree and weed
Is long to the west.
On the river road now
I pedal fast through pockets of cool air
That have floated out of the wooded hollows above
And flow like slow creeks
Across the pavement
There is almost no traffic
And I gear up and accelerate
Into the hill before me
Make the crest in a run
And rest down the other side.
I cross the river on teh walking bridge
And stop to gaze into the emerald water
To look for fish
And then on through neighborhoods
And through the ancient, creosoted tunnel
Where last night’s air chills me to a shiver
And then burst back into open air
Now shade and now sunlight again.