Thursday, July 3, 2008

you call it trouble

there is a bridge here, under which
stones tumble
with free abandon

as if the waters of a creek
flow over, clear and bright
rapidly churning
rushing loud

but there is no water
to be seen. This fear

that you feel is needless

for you are as safe here
as you will ever be
anywhere. The bridge

enfolds you in her stone
arms and cradles you
timelessly against disaster


Rachel Westfall
July 3, 2008

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