Bridge Watching | Jenny Middleton
An arc of iron over us, always
leaning above
the cold leaden-green flow
of river lapping endlessly
at the gravel scatter shore.
Firstly visible and then tide smothered
daily,
yet offering transit.
The climb is all smooth steps
stone foot-fall worn
into waved depressions
by so many other journeys
to the stretch and view
of change and its gradual
similitude.
and so it is the path pushes
backwards and on.