Spirit Bridge
TYPE
PoemIn the deep green,
in the heat of the gloom,
a leyak creeps across its selves:
fish,
beetle,
monkey,
bat,
a lone and drifting skull.
The bridge creaks.
A footstep.
Somebody comes.
Choosing a shape,
the leyak slips
to the water's edge.
The footstep waits.
The leyak waits.
A trembling light
rises from the bank
to blink beneath the bridge.
For one white-shot moment
the trees
the path
the water
all burn in the quick cold light of the leyak.
A gasp.
A face.
A reaching hand.
Darkness returns,
the quiet
unsettled
only by the muffled
whisper
of the river
scrambling
below.
CLiPPA TEACHING SEQUENCES
Moon Juice CLiPPA Teaching Sequence (1).pdf