River Span

The train crossed over, metal's hum,

A place where broken things had come

To rest. The concrete, cracked and grey,

The rusted railings, old and frayed.

Below, the river churned and ran,

Reflecting skies, a watery fan

Of light that fractured, broke apart.

A sudden jolt, a racing heart.

Suspended there, between two shores,

Ignoring all the slamming doors

Of what I’d left and what might be.

Exposed for all the world to see.

This span of steel, this fragile line,

A momentary, sharp design.

Just crossing over, nothing more,

From one unknown to another shore.