Speed Chess Poem

If there were one thing
You wished you could do
In style, fearlessly,

Daily, out of doors
Or next to windows,
Half the day some days,

Sunrise to sunset
Others, and at least
A bit inbetween

Any two sleeps—do
And win, keep winning,
Keep clearing the board

Then setting the terms
For the next graceful
Sliding and seizing

Of pieces to close
In on another
Conclusion—that’s it.