This bridge strains with the

stretching and pulling of the earth,

the shaking of the earth;

splintered and splintering,

moaning and sighing.

Such responsibility!

“People Must Cross Here!”

How heavy the weight of each bone,

and how inharmonious the union

of bone to soil.

“This is the bottom line!

There must be NO passing!”

Everyone must follow the rules

for safe transport from one line to another.

Linear be. What use is flesh and roots?

Small bones soar above it all,

riding the ever changing wave of the wind,

diving and gliding playfully,

singing out their echoing voices

from mountaintop to valley.