On the Bridge We’ll Meet

On the Bridge We’ll Meet

Alexis Ragan

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood 
— Robert Frost

There is a bridge that waits at
the airports of both our flights, or
did you travel by train? No matter.
Both intersect at the hands of
this architect.

I beg to differ with the world’s most
famous bridge. San Francisco doesn’t
let cars sail to Alcatraz or ships drive
the length of the gate. You can’t even
see the surf beneath you.

The blueprints were previewed in pews
apart from carnal approval, sketched by
hands unfamiliar to the circle, and formed
with diaphanous glass, a single pearl, and
sweat from the brow of one builder.

On the bridge we’ll meet, to the bridge we belong,
is a bridge meant for all, though not found by many.

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Alexis Ragan
Poet & Teacher

Alexis Ragan is a poet and teacher. Her work has appeared in Alabaster Co and Calla Press. 

Photography by Elijah O’Donnell