A Bridge
Frozen Wind was a warm road selected for the journey
Oftentimes written as though the author knew the act
I will challenge them many, walking the steps, the undulated concrete
If not tramped, the sentiment never inhaled
In opposition, I survived, moved with the squall, a new realness
Bestial times fighting shadows within
Eyed the waters placidity, yet tenseness, a path to solace
Breathe, Grapple, with the stings, or walk to the waveless waters
Frozen Wind, on the Concrete's arch, damp ground, mist drops on face
Absurdity to your face and time, near comical thoughts, you smile
The cars cascade past, countless, you cry
Your steps took you to the peak, edge to the rail, water-air so quite
In opposition I survived, endured, fragmented moments of a life normal
Joy, absent, but now so easily defined, breathe its existence
Lost years, yet victorious days, nay weeks
Winds ripped me to shreds, tumbling rolled me together
Frozen Wind on that bridge, a January Night
Choice the muzzled end, leap to the accelerated air en route to the water
As hands grasp the biting cold steel, in truth he does land
An odd Bird comes alongside your hand, his eyes look to your soul
At one in the morning the light is as if noon
He takes flight with a horribly tumultuous call and his wings ruffle the dead air
I let go the rail, and walked down the concrete arch...
away from the dead calm