BRIDGE CROSSING

FROM NEW COLLECTION - "THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW’’

Bridge Crossing

I became significant at that moment,
for in your delirium, I’d mattered 
my clothing like sweet wrappers, 
trampled into well-warn carpet.

On reaching the burnt edge of forever
I watched the bridge warp and crumble 
into times gone by, leaving me one octave 
from halleluiah on a journey to the blues.

Previously I’d hummed on all frequencies, 
through waves of chaos, seeking acceptance 
from those who’d crossed before.

Before that time there was no other time;
I’d sung along to Hank without knowing,
the words mere lullabies; 
no tears on the offbeat, 
just playful claps of innocence.

Since crossing I often lean on a memory;
passing moments like in a dream,
searching something that becomes nothing
though I still see you there.

So, slay me with a blues song, 
and bury me beyond city limits
to live in folklore forever,
carrying a truth that began with a lie.