Part 12

Moving along, the road seems endless
We ride over miles of road and trails.
We do not think, as we ride, about what lies beneath.
We do not think of water running under this or that bridge,
As we speed across the top.

We do not think of that water,
endlessly wearing away at the foundations of that bridge.
We may even stop and admire the view
of all that water endlessly flowing.
Endlessly eroding those rocks and steel.

How like life.

We so often live just on the surface.
It is, after all, uncomfortable to think about the foundations,
of our carefully and precariously built up lives.
To think of those tensions,
and of those seconds, minutes, and years
endlessly rolling by
slowing and inevitably, eroding away, our allotted time.

Bridge over the River Tay in Dunkeld, Scotland.

© Dan DeMarle – photo taken by Dan DeMarle 2015