Aside

Flee the Day

Drooping over
the bridge of day,
falling into the
deep pool of night.

Above,
an arc looms large,
majestic, pronounced,
a frame woven with
the edge of a zip.

Below,
the water is dark
as if waiting to engulf me
into the smooth tranquillity
it breathes.

Midway,
we flee
no going
back,
the waves ripple
like the beats
of a slow metronome.
Just like we had begun,
we can feel only calm.
At the very bottom
we wait,
to be on the bridge
of tomorrow.
sydney-harbour-bridge-side-photo
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