Down by the river
a bridge, connecting the land to its water into one body
Made from rainy day concrete
With two hobbit hole, one for the begin and one for the end,
like open doors silently beckoning you
into realms unknown
I watch, perched on smooth stepping stones invisible to the world except for the birds in the sky or
the furry four legged creatures amongst the tress,
These humans cross the bridg
e; walk holding hands, gazing dreamily at the rushing river or biking,
impatiently zipping in and around people going to slow
Oh, how as they stare out wistfully at into the aquamarine currents they desire something more than
this bitter reality to be stuck in,
To be torn apart like a black hole
I laugh at their innocence, Stupid humans indeed, for if only they knew the very bridge they stand
on is the answer to their burning questions,
That they were standing on a living, breathing time machine
But as they walk from under the looming grand archways of the bridge, unseeing the flashes of
galaxies and time portals,
of creatures only dreamed about in fictitious books,
of otherworldly spacecrafts,
of perfect societies built on technology,
of wars, not the kind humans think of
with uncivilized weapons and unnecessary blood shed,
all wasted on land to scarred to use or imperfect people now gone
I used to be one of them
‘busy’, chasing aimlessly something that once I grabbed hold of it turned to empty hot air and
disappeared over the cliff
Until one day on the bridge I saw everything for what it was
While people jostled past my still form
under the arch way like an open door beckoning
I saw glimpses, eons of portals, a tantalizing draw
I didn’t hesitate to step inside
So to everyone around me
I simple vanished, was never even there
I was inspired to write this poem when we went on a river walk and on the patio of Angel’s I say the bridge and though how much the archways looked like hobbit holes. I wrote a snippet of it in my journal but then I lost the page but I really liked the idea I had so I had to majorly improvise. This version is not the greatest but It’s ok I guess.
Dear Savannah,
I loved your piece! I liked the theme of wanting to go to the unknown and I liked your vocabulary you used in general! One thing I would say is to just run through it for small little GUMPs.
Truly,
Simran C.