mendocino bridge: tolbert


i can see beyond the bridge

though barren, trees still grow

weeping for the springtime

when color will once again rise

from the belly of the earth

sucked to the highest branches

in celebration of life


the bridge remains as my hope

my trust in today


and every day thereafter

when i walk from this palette

from this easel

to that

as seasons visit like weary visitors

suitcases stuffed with memories

and boxes packed with questions


no one saw beneath the bridge

where a trickling stream once  played melodiously

on rounded stones

winding in a thousand directions

rolling, singing

celebrating the pennies and souls

the kisses and promises


all in honor of the bridge

and the road, the only road

from here to there

and back

© 2012, tolbert. All rights reserved.

tolbert (24 Posts)

Born in Virginia and raised in North Carolina, I have Southern roots that were extracted when I lived close enough to Berkeley in the late sixties and early seventies to taste the influences of the pursuit of freedom. As a student at San Jose State University I watched William Kuntsler expound on the values of free speech and he offered more education in an hour, on the lawn by the baseball diamond than most professors gave in a full semester. Married for thirty years, I have two grown daughters and three grandkids,..and two Boston Terriers.

One Comment

  1. “when color will once again rise

    from the belly of the earth”

    You have a real feel for words and a very elegant turn of phrase. It’s always a pleasure to read one of your poems.

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