Bridge Poem by Atef Ayadi

I cross everyday
The Crystal Lake Park twice:
In the morning
When I leave my home
And late in the evening
When I go back.

I stop at the bridge
A look down at
The stream
And tune into the
Water’s sound as it flows
Then look around the river's
Sides.
Then leave and leave
Any hanged feeling
Go with the stream.

I have been
Waiting for the snow to fall
And illuminate
The space,
So
I can
See,
Hear,
And touch
What is inside?
Me.