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.