I stand on a bridge
between my two worlds.

The river and the moon
are hushed tonight.

They know innocence.

The moon bows slightly
in humility while death,
disguised by the shine,
rides the silent water.

I may yet learn their virtues
and find my place.

Crossing to one side,
a mirror image of the other,
I fade into silence.

Selected byJenn Zed
Image credit:Aleksandar Jason

Born and raised in the Northwest, worked in New York City for twenty years in the business sector.  Married for over twenty five years, raised two children and now retired in central Texas.  Have dabbled in poetry on and off for a few years.