Like Playing Chess Alone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding sidesaddle into depths of an evening bliss,
sensing the energy as it hides out of sight, not
wanting to be found out.

Yet it's always being felt, no matter what hapens
in the meantime, adjusting and rearranging every
moment.

Looking to derive another fascinating episode in
this temporary lifetime, like playing chess alone
in midnight rhythms as they continue to unfold,
now way too old to matter.