Tonight I walked across a bridge
Upon which the sound of cars made waves
Above the silent water
From there
I came to here.
From then - to now.
The sunset beach exposed
Against a tide-line of roofs, cranes and treetop fears
In which rock pools of light
Host tiny creatures,
Blinking in their haste
To pull the seaweed curtains.
There is no point in time
That we can say is now, or then
There is no point.
In time we come to understand
How we regress
To become the silhouettes.
That peer from behind themselves,
Watching me across the bridge.
They pick at food
Throw away all that which is good
Taking time only because its there
And does not belong to them.
I could so much have used that moment better
But it is gone
Invisible among the lights
Upon the water
To be washed up on some other shore
And lived again
By someone else.
