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