Incident from a Bridge
by Shawn Allen
The river claims its own and the fisherman
Has caught nothing but a stone, dragging him downriver.
Down and breaking the surface,
Fighting for precious air
For a while, at least.
Then surrender to the flow.
From the recesses of memory
A simple lullaby his mother used to play;
The slightly out-of-tune piano sound
Drowns the sound of the rushing water.
Underwater, there are no tears,
There will be time for crying, later, later;
But not for him.
His feels himself rush down the river
The heaviness of body detached
From that lighter essence which floats ahead;
Back to the deep blue, to the ocean…
A lonely osprey,
A shimmering fish caught in its talons
Vanishes into the sunrise.
Shawn D. Allen.