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.