Some Luddite Scribblings
Who Needs A Bridge?
The causeway dominates the lower bay
It’s smooth curves stretch out and away from Nature’s portrait
Straight concrete conquers irregular surroundings
The causeway is almost too magnetic
The eye has a hard time resisting its temptation
Because it cannot dismiss a purpose
Because reason wants to distinguish between the foreground and the periphery
Waves may look like triangles waiting to be measured
But they are no more than fleeting estimations
Changing in the sunlight
Moment to moment.
The causeway is an unlayered, irresistable truth
The causeway even gives the pelicans a sense of direction
Though they are the last to admit it
They glide along its railings, sensitive to traffic law
Outgoing on the left
Ingoing on the right
The best time of day to follow the outgoing pelicans
Is during a convalescent dusk,
After a recent afternoon thunderstorm.
Dissipating clouds sit like loners at the back of the horizon,
Colorfully infected with just enough pollution to make the sunset tacky
(which is saying alot, because we are all very permissive when it comes to sunsets).
The first time I was witness to this display,
I realized that postcards and Frenchman might actually have a sense of restraint
I shook my hands at the sky
And loudly called God a Painted Jezebel,
As if the causeway were His fault.
Outgoing depends on your point of view…
Comment by Bill — May 23, 2006 @ 8:01 pm
exactly
Comment by the lotus eater — May 23, 2006 @ 10:35 pm