A marvelous sight.
The shoreline shines into view
before it's swallowed as the bright blue door
of sky opens
and closes in silence.
And the ocean restless, without rest
pulls back and forth and heaves itself onto bluffs,
a wind on its heals blowing grayness fast and furious,
fog rushing like tumbleweed across the land
while the bridge stands still and silent as a ghost
lurking behind the curtain, another world.
I love the bridge hidden in fog, the bridge of memory.
I love it hidden as much as I love it clear with red steel rising.
I forgive all whose arms winged from it. I can see all
through their eyes vanish into whiteness,
then darkness, churning their souls clean.