If I had the time

If I had the time

I would chart these sun thrown shadows

sharp and crisp

the change and shift,

wind and cloud refiguring and redefining

I would note the quiets between quiets and

map their songs over the hedgerows

against the field edges

watch my bike wheels spinning round,

blurred silhouette of spokes, profile of tyre

off to somewhere else at their own speed

If I had the time.