I ride in the mellow light
at the end of the day,
that flows
to mingle with the
gathering shadows.

And, I wonder, as I pedal:
if the possibilities of morning
have turned to certainties,
then can we embrace
the forgiveness, the healing
of day's end when
we all are enveloped
in the rich, rich light
that lingers, gently,
on the land
and in the faces
that pass me by?