Bridges
The beauty of bridges is in confluence
a paring on par with the greatest romance
Cherishing water and land, a person’s open hand
crossed the flowing ocean gives us a notion
That nature becomes us and flows through us
an arteriole of grandeur, cathedral of the swan
Each day an altar to a merger of wholes
spanning our crisscrossed separations
Idaho
65 million years ago I drove through the fracture of Idaho
watching wind whistle willows
painting histories of stone
carving crumbling and cavorting
with water iced, sunlight baked,
lava loved.
I drove through again just days ago
surprised at the overlooked archaic in me
and knew that wind
smelled the paint
tasted the iron
and toasted the earth for its loving.
Julian Szieff is a poet and an EMT in Portland, OR. One of his greatest achievements was winning his 6th grade poetry competition. While he’s not working as an EMT or applying to medical school, he’s usually outdoors and/or writing. He can be reached at julianszieff@gmail.com. Twitter: @Julian_S_Poet
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