And another bridge poem, this time by the Dutch writer Willem Jan Otten

TO SEE THE BRIDGE

The oldest bridge

seems etching-sharp,

tight-ridged, and hangs

from there to here

and hangs on no

more than your fear

that something hangs

there, swaying still

from what has passed,

and just hangs on

in wait for you,

that first full step

makes here of there.