climbing brooklyn bridge

(dedicated to Todd Dalland)

We set out
for a freedom of sorts,
something to resist,
and, needing somewhere
to begin,

We climbed high
above the city’s
crowd of windows;

The thousands of
machine-edged eyes,
holed in the colossal
stone upheaval,

with the metal
mountain curled
beneath our fingers,

We left the edifice,
and stepped into

The star-pricked silence
of a slowly bending sky.