Bridge over Airthrey Loch
Some days it is invisible
Like the lines on squared paper
Filtered out by the mind
When you look at the drawing
Not a technical drawing but art
Art imitating nature: the loch
On other days it is there
Thin and discreet
A pale aid line
That guides your eyes
Not just across the water
But into the hills so purple and green
On other days its panels darken
And cut boldly through the loch
They point: here read! here sleep!
A solid leader line
That drives you forward to the books
Or back toward your home, yes, home
But you will leave
And when you then one day return
It will be all of these
Above the natural and man-made world
A timeline of your passages
Concrete suspended in the air
Copyright © Melanie Barbato 2015
Melanie Barbato holds a B.A. in Philosophy and Religious Studies from the University of Stirling. She is German and currently divides her time between Germany and Romania.
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