Stranger on the Bridge

I’m a stranger on the bridge
above the sleeping city
a sea of lights below

I’m a stranger on the bridge
so far from friends all gone
those faces I’ve been sailing from

I’m a stranger on the bridge
passed by cars of families
slipping back to glowing homes

I’m a stranger on the bridge
a road between these worlds
fleeing fast from helplessness

I’m a stranger on the bridge
no family tree blossoming below me
no certain plan of what should be

I’m a stranger on the bridge
lashing rain lit white in headlight beams
from this vantage point I see

I’m a stranger to myself
a stranger to myself…

 

(December 2015)

uncertainty

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