My bridge

A night time glow lingering above

Blackened water gently rippling below

I lay my head upon my arms

And cross my legs over the aged green wood

Since one paid it due

Changing trees surround me

Painting the world in deep oranges and yellows

Painting the world with fallen memories

Nails missing, making an unsteady trek

A ten foot drop into

Evening dew dampened reeds

Surround

A solitary sanctuary

Where I can stare at the heavens

On my wooden bridge where I rest

Where I find

My nirvana