Crossing the Kit Bond Bridge

Through upbound cables

shifting in morning light,

wind flutters steel woven

strands, a whispered

telepathy of wires,

whoosh of commuters,

granite pylons and concrete

deep into the wavering stream

of the Big Muddy below,

sky blue gleaming staves

flickers of birds weave through:

as if an invisible force

were minutely

orchestrating this

ever-changing symphony

 

--Miguel deO

 

Done