"Bridge."

[sergosa]

In my dreams I see a boiling river
And a wobbly bridge across it.
I can't go over this bridge
To the other river bank.
The birds,
With eyes like the light bulbs,
Fly menacingly above it.
I look onto the river, bridge and flock.
There are not emotions. I know.
My day awaits me.
I'll go over this bridge.
But somebody would think:
Another fearsome bird
Flies to the other side.

[moseley]

for some reason, as i read this, Rodney Dangerfield was citing Dylan Thomas' "do not go gentle.." and I feel your conciliation of that sentiment was brilliant, especially the light bulb eye comparison, you have to be a stoic

[sergosa]

Thanks!
I'll try!
And thanks for reading and comment!
S.

[vulture]

You know what? This poem makes me wish
I had more than one *exalt* to bequeath per visit!
I will be back to do so, later, of course!