The Bridge

I'm still


my breath over

that bridge

drowning resistance


shallows of those

longing waves

steel girders above

my vitals inflexible swell

though harsh gusts

and the rivers influence

I'm still


my breath.

rush the damp 

of my skin

I will emerge above

those cold waters

(under the bridge)

I can't seem to breathe

to fill these lungs

I'm still holding my breath.

 EABcapo 2