Prebends Bridge

A pause, a breath 

Below us rushes currents of the hour,

Day before we knew another now,

Shy and ebbing, peep over Prebends

And wish for an incandescent ripple. 

The moonlight catches us

In a net of chance and as we watch

The leaves and twigs pass below us 

We hold our hopes until - they emerge 

On the other side, hopeful that 

Something has passed and 

That we may float onwards.