Bridge

Bird nest balances

on the rusty beam of a

transmission tower

Beneath asphalt and concrete

there is a chance we can take

Image description – image is of a bridge in Richmond, Viginia. The river below the bridge is choppy and there are rocks and parts of an old brick building sticking up out of the water. The sky is bright and blue with some puffy clouds. Parts of Richmond City are visible in the background behind the bridge.

This picture was taken a few years ago at Belle Isle in Richmond, Virginia. When I wrote this poem, I was thinking about how, often, the most stoic, quiet people are full of life underneath. The city is full of nature trying to be and become. Underneath the skyscrapers and asphalt streets, there is water, rivers, streams, steadily moving, waiting. The bridge moves between the outside and the inside or above and below and brings possibilities to life.