Building a Bridge

I didn’t even have to say:
No need to explain, I understand.

It was in his look —
Look after your mother — it said.

A bridge of light between our eyes,
fainter than glass. And I thought,

it’s taken forty years to build this bridge,
how it had to be invisible to cross over it.

Comments

Be part of the conversation with other Spectator readers by getting your first three months for $5.

Already a subscriber? Log in