Bridges

Founding a constant grandeur

On inconstant sand,

Bridges hurdle rivers

And land.

Surly, their perfect sinews,

Under long duress,

Hold a crouching posture

Motionless.

Beams arch high, and girders-

The Z-bar, the truss-

That we may cross laughing,

Oblivious

That there is a river

Blackened by the night,

Where a mighty shadow

Glistens white.