I sat upon the rock / just down from the bridge
that confirmation / of civilization
to which I had turned my back
to put the river before me / to study
the shadow of the bridge / was around me / upon the water
could I escape it / even for a short time?
when the road and the bridge / bring you to wilderness
civilization has carried you there / hasn’t it?
as much as your own feet / your own power?
that drive / to watch the water flow
to hear the water / to contemplate
its shallows / and its depths
isn’t the river itself a road? a bridge?
or is that missing the point?
doesn’t the metaphor fail?
what do i bring back from that rock?
that river? that shadow?
how am I different?
am i different?
and have I captured that here?
/ / /
This poem written in response to the day two prompt at NaPoWriMo to resist closure by ending on a question.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
this poem touches an oft made-separate point of view, here now with some bow to wonder that two are not two, but one. as you suggest, a bridge, but that’s internal, isn’t it? and is what’s perceived as new sight – was there all along when we loosen our grip on perceptions. worth more study I might think.
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Neil, thank you for your thoughts. Glad it left you with the idea of more study.
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PS and I still love that photo image, Lover’s Point, and I know right where that is!
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Thanks. I’ve seen no reason to change that photo. It’s been there for a while, but I still love it.
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