The Left Column
Railtrail
bridge
over
the infinite
flood.
Motion
in the
water
of the
shimmer
under the bridge
of light
and love.

Water
in the
motion
of the flow
with
ripples
and the
ridge
of sound
and sight.

Did she
take
all day
to shop
for her
sweetheart?

Did she
take all
night
to plan
for the
dawn?

Did she
use all
the money
for the 
poor?

Did she
pray
to end
all war?

Motion
ever flowing
love
of life 
and light
of action
and contemplation
of hope
in opposites
giving
their
affections
where
the deserving
resides.

All deserve
the hopes
and blessings
that flow
forever
and come their
way.

Motion
of 
ripples
and the
bridge
underneath
the sky
and flocks
of birds
sweeping 
way on
high
between
the 
bridges.

And the soft
sound
of the river
flowing
down
through
the valley
of infinite
hope.

21 September, 2008