Crossing the
Causeway Over Lake Pontchatrain
It was my first
time to cross on the causeway.
Now I regret my
crossing.
The thought of
crossing was more exciting
Than the deed
itself.
In the years
before yesterday
I had thought
that the crossing would be significant,
That it would
mark me,
Open some window
upon the world.
But it was not
like that at all.
Crossing the
causeway is plain,
There is much
concrete.
It is, after
all, a highway, a bridge.
The water was
there, and
The clouds.
Indeed, the
clouds were the best part:
Medium cumulus
clouds
Placed all
around the horizon by an unseen hand.
--July 28, 2013
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