SHIFTING LIGHT

Thin sunshine, this lunchtime over.

Construction workers in fluorescent orange vests and hats

Bustle and flow. We come and go.

The underside of a piled cumulous cloud darkens.

Desire is more than thwarted will. I stand back.

Above it all, that arching slender alder tree

Leans away from dark roots into the pure blue — translucent leaves

Pale, surprisingly bright in shifting light.