The Bridge

She waited,
still,
silent,
serene.

The chill breeze
kissed her cheeks
and ruffled her hair;
icy fingers
reminding her
of home
and family.

She watched
the swirling,
surging
crush of humanity.

The cold railing
calmed her thoughts;
the hard, unyielding metal
comforting:
solid,
sturdy,
reliable.

She sighed,
now confident,
certain,
secure in her decision.

The gentle fog
surrounded her;
a soft, gray blanket
dimming the lights,
quieting the sounds,
all was still,
silent,
waiting.

Deborah Beach Giordano
December 1, 2015

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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