Crossing the Rubicon

bridge

gnarled knees of bark
moan softly through the voice
of autumn’s breeze

tremored silhouettes hold silence
mimicking rippled frequencies
tugging at the expectation
of a breathless journey

an unassuming span
straddles a personal Rubicon
and his footsteps falter
as he tries to retrieve fortitude
from meandering clouds

reluctant echoes
paint shadows of his progress
on sun-baked bricks
as he seeks endorsement

and sees her
waiting on the bank
of the tears she has shed

 

© 2017 Alf Collier

Photo by Denise Lindgren