The River is a Mirror to the Sky

It is looming
In the fog
Oblivious to
Tears we shed on city buses

Then God whispered
To the bridge
Hold them, just hold them
This is not what I intended

To cross over
The water
All you really need
Is the gentle hand of a friend
Ultimately, everything can be seen as a bridge



Thomas O’Connell is a librarian living on the banks of the Hudson River in Beacon, NY, where he happened to be the 2015-2016 poet laureate. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in Jellyfish Review, Elm Leaves Journal, Caketrain, The Los Angeles Review, Hobart (online), and Blink-Ink, as well as other print and online journals.

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