A Bamboo Bridge


I was once a bamboo bridge

proud to span the rocky chasm

with hollow roundness my strength.


A perpetually soaring construction

crafted by clever fingers wise in the ways of supple vines,

I was bound in beauty that bare soles would polish.


Many feet trusted my passage

and where ferns and hemlock clung to cliffs,

separated by foaming cascade,

I made my triumphant flight in dappled light.


None crossed that didn't take joy in their brief, winged moment.

Would that I were that airy bridge again.