Bicycling around the lake
early evening solstice night,
I circle into my own wake,
current swept by radiant tides
toward the source. And not alone.
A wave of walkers, clockwise, slowpaced
presses against the cyclers' counterflow,
as the sun strikes eight on the lakeface.
Wise, I pedal this ring's sun toss
spinning gold on my spokes,
spindle gathering fragile floss --
tether of Helios, circling the globe!