Bridge Out

Inspired by last night's rain...

Bridge Out

Between wiper beats, a sign:

Bridge Out – again

the righteous path denied.

Errant, left to bushwhack

past the tried and washed out,

I drive in a blinding torrent,

maddeningly wayward,

white picket fenced out:

No Access.

But later, in the expansive

gap between clouds, a light:

a common moon, the wide sky.

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Comments

[Sara]

Ah, Leslee, I really love that last stanza -- especially "a common moon, the wide sky." Nice. :)

[leslee]

Thanks, Sara!

[Lisa]

really nice imagery here. i also love the "common moon" line.

[moose]

I like the way the poem starts and ends with looking between, each with a completely different feel. I, too, liked the last line very much.

[leslee]

Thanks, Lisa and moose.

Yes, I think I may have been influenced by a discussion of gaps and spaces I read not long ago.