Daniel Thomas ~ Poet

THE  OLD  BRIDGE

                after Max Pechstein “Alte Brücke” c. 1910-1911

 

 

The old bridge arches across

the blue-green river, where ink-

black fish swim like a string

 

of dark, dreamless days.

When we close our eyes,

we’re carried to the other side--

 

a garish fantasy

of pink clouds, orange

roofs and purple paths.  Sleep-

 

walkers, we shrug our shoulders

against the day and fill

our silver pails until

 

they gleam with dream water.

When night falls, we

are free

 

as spread-armed shirts pinned

to a moonbeam.

We dance in a delirious wind.

 

POEMS
 
WITHOUT THE MOCKINGBIRD

HOME PREGNANCY TEST 

OLD BRIDGE 

POET’S PAGE

PRESS RELEASE