BRIDGE

Perhaps the river's flow is slower
here under the Bridge;
the water level lower.
Little else has changed
over a hundred years or two.

As you observe the cycle:
river, sea, wind, sun, blue
sky, then cloud and rain upon the hills,
and back to river, your eye
is drawn towards the Bridge
that seems to hold the sky.

It is for man, by man,
this geometric span
across the water. Tall, bold
towers twin each other as they hold
the airborne highway, moving
life across the river, linking
ancient shores.

A steel and concrete ferryman,
making a new living.