On the Bridge
Michael Keshigian
I write these words
just prior to sleep
when thought is pure
and unemcumbered
by purges of daily living
which inundate the senses
contaminating virtue
of wholesome ideas
in exasperated sylables
delivered by
a cocophony of voices and pictures
infecting the ritual of existence
but the darkness and silence presently embraced
in concert with hesitation
from the bridge linking wake to sleep
forecloses this demeanor
perpetrating an unblemished disposition
to allow innocent expression
of simple descriptions
celebrating the significance of life
