Something about bridges brings to mind crossings
openings, ways to go in opposite directions.
Arches and pillars and towers once stone and bricks and
mortar, now steel and concrete span the river Thames.

Can you imagine what crossed those bridges for hundreds of years?
A constant ebb and flow much like the river below
of boots, horses’ hoofs, wagon wheels, now automobiles
buses, all the modern means that transport us.

After all the years of wars and floods and history
“London Bridges falling down falling down falling down”
those bridges rebuilt are still there, perpetual connectors
for what we do best is not skyscrapers, monuments

for the dead, or cathedrals but our greatest achievement
is bridges. And if you were to walk that bridge, you might hear
someone singing, “Like a bridge over troubled waters
I will lay me down.”