Sitting Under Bridges

I've decided that I rather enjoy
Sitting under bridges...
To feel the afternoon rush of cars
And trucks pound the pavement overhead

(I can feel them, hear them, invisibly there)

I like the implicit removal
In the act of sitting under bridges...

I sit by the dock watching the men
Load the boat and the birds
On the tide, both floating
Towards home, all done fishing for the day...


Poem: "Sitting under Bridges" by Patrick Lynch 
Photo: "Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone" by Thomas Moran