A valley

Bicycle chain goes through my brain
As I whir past city-lined streets
I paused in the Jungle--It still rains
I sit praying to trims and trees
Under cloudground lit with sodium jungle-fire
Ride around, trying ever higher

Here, now I climb, up into a valley
Lined with parkers and campers and a forest friend's rally
Beaming outside and free, these people walk bold
Flashing pictures at me, all intrusive
Near a place that I never saw as old, mean or nice, lead or gold
The place that I always lived

With doe eyes, they form a line
ringing me back to my den,
In a panic, I rush through vines
Going further and further in
I bolt past Traffic, sheds houses attics
I promise never to go back there again.