Aren't we all just little bridges
shaking in bad weather
undulating in worse
staying still straight in the calm
maybe shining in the sun
holding onto one shore
stretching out to the next
walked on
carrying
floating over
ducks fish water
opening straining breaking apart
to let boats and ships and fishermen
pass underneath
crumbling
paved reconstructed
through decades centuries
always spreading between two banks
that for whatever reason
want to be linked.
Zoe Schwab
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wish-i-were-a-bridge-that-stretched-across-the-atlantic/
