Reid@YWP

Nobody can accept this answer

                            absolutely nobody

no matter how many times I tell them.

They will argue that

You stand on the bridge,

Contemplating the water.

I don't have to tell you this,

You already know.

You look out.

I don't know

If you're looking at the river

or at the bridge

that's halfway

Fog gently wraps itself around –

everything above the ground,

as the memory of rain plagues the land,

its presence peaceful as it brings silence.

The worries of the day have been washed away,

my heart is a library
            where i frequently wander, 
through shelves and
shelves and shelves of books, all sorted by author and impact,