Crossing the bridge – that extends
Land to land with bay between
Malachite and turbulent tourmaline tossing waves
Dash against bridge piers
Diving, driving, 24 miles of span
Dip down tunnel
Tile and headlights
Dip up tunnel
Sky and clouds
Chincoteague is calling me
‘cross the Chesapeake Bay
I wonder what lays across this bay
Bridge to island – island road north
Signal, signal, for the phone, where are you?
Passing NASSA – thinking of stars
Thru the marsh and intercostal
Palette of green reeds strung with birds
Waving from the water as I draw near
Next approach the modified Woo-woo Bridge
Stopped on the top to sit and stare
Water everywhere
Settled in the room – with a slice of bay
Salty airs my hair to play
As I wait for as patiently as I may
Knock on the door, smile on my face
Quick hug and then the talk,
The talk and talk, oh will I never stop?
Jump in the truck – explore we must
Past the restaurant – and to Assateague
The ponies we did see
Feeding in the twilight at the sea
Back to change to make him smile
Dinner – oysters on the half-shell
Creamy crab soup
Laphroaig for me
Bouillabaisse bowl for Blue
More talk – remember to ask
Thousands and thousands of questions
Tumbling out of my mouth
Just like the waves under the bridge
The restaurant grows dark
And we depart
Our separate ways ‘till the morn
Lovely day – and here’s the sun
Birds and ponies do call
Later I’ll tell all!
1 comment:
It's been YEARS since I've heard your beautiful poetry - you haven't lost your touch ! Can't wait to hear the rest of the story -sounds like you had a heavenly trip. TP
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