520 floating bridge: Amy Doran

Never thought much of
bridges being remarkable.

Roads over water,
suspension of bodies

flying fast or slow
as gravity permits.

One day the bridge crossed
every day, familiar road--

became a wall
I could not pass through.

Nothing to do but wait
and watch it lower itself

so I could manage to
keep going over it.

I sensed finally myself
suspended in air

somehow able to take
a very great leap of faith
that this has indeed been
engineered to hold me.