It Feels a Little Bit Like Love

Long light
in the hours
of evening,
we pedal
and also
we are
watching.

I want
to know you
as a child,
but perhaps it is because
I see you now
as you might have been
then.

And later,
a story
like a revelation –
layers fall
by firelight,
the last log
of the season.

Navigating
these trails-
we are the sum
of our lifetimes –
now here,
and the snow
has melted.