I was moving forward hesitantly
my fragile pitch throbbing
my eyes almost closed
that is how one falls
between the sky and the dark waters
in the rocks split by the trembling earth
but old women pass by
with their kind eyes
they see very far in the soul of the passers-by and
have better things to do that go away laughing
(but it took me a while to cross the road)
I’ll bet
It’s a magnificent bridge and I can imagine it being a bit scary to cross.
Some bridges, real or imagined, can be hard to cross 🙂