for now though

as the july sun
settles down, a melt
of yellow,
it's a swift ride
through the woods
pedaling as fast as
I did last year
and the year before.
churning, head
down, the lake not
far away,
but time
does catch us when
least expected and
the legs will get
heavy, the lungs won't
be what they were before.
suddenly I will no
longer be young.
for now though. i fly
quickly through the thick
green woods as I've done
for decades and hope
for decades more.