Bridge

Stretching, snaking, sliding into the fog A bridge makes its way across the divide Stepping, striding, stamping like a clockwork cog The man, cloaked in shadows tries hard to hide. Solitary, standing, soliloquy to the journey started Hands thrust in pockets head bent towards the wind Staring, silence, structured defiantly sat The river starts its life, magnanimously parted Sarcastically, sassy, singular, the bridge road runs flat