The Covered Bridge

The covered bridge The lover’s refuge When in a huge crisis The knife cuts into slices The birds inside the ribs When in a deluge All the resource to be used has been exhausted Have you seen Those birds in the cage How sensuously They pretend to move out Only to return in glee To make poetry of our machine The queens of moment fleet away Leaving just clay In the bay of our thoughts Knots of tendrils Dots of brown and ash spots Blots from plots in life Covering the ridge Once a rainbow Of violet arrows And the deluge? When time devastates us As it did recently In Las Ramblas What do we have to fall back on When all hopes seem gone We are cut away from our luncheon Nowadays very off and on Where do we flee From the gory plight The destiny of fright and flight The only panacea In such wounds of amnesia Is that covered bridge Still holding in its tendrilled blisses Your kisses The bridge between What was And what has been Retrospectively seen Covered with shrubbery Our poetry We shared Our combined moments We so much cared As we look backward And inward Back are all the birds Some intimately known Some yet unknown Can I ever know you completely Only a dance or two As your birds flew In a splash of hue We know lyrically We wait We contemplate What a lovely bridge Covered with tendrils of creepers In dark and sunshine those toxic whispers Mostly embroidered with smile but tears as well Only those who have had the covered bridge can tell How it can give you heavenly feel even amidst the pell-mell August 25, 2017