The Bridge at Dawn
by Michael R. Burch
What is it about love
that defies explanation?—
the weightlessness of being,
the long elliptic climb
the world’s constant uproar,
the sea’s black waves incessantly
crashing like thunder beneath us,
the long triumphant soar
into thinning contrails of nothingness,
metaphor and ether . . .
seeing the earth’s dark curve
spinning softly beneath us . . .
gliding, suspended at last,
over the earth pliant and motionless . . .
Feeling, suddenly, the vast
Copyright © 2012 by Michael R. Burch.