I like people who are like covered bridges,
sturdy and solid as houses, peaceful, still,
upright and bridging wide gulfs.
They take the high road. Their troubles wash away,
like floodwaters diverted into channels
fringed with loosestrife and cattails.
They shed heavy disapproval
like snowfall from a pitched roof,
as if the sun is always shining for them.
They always seem to be going somewhere
yet seem as if they’ve arrived where needed,
as if they are always in exactly the right spot.
They find the blue sky, never lose sight of
the light at the end of the tunnel and always take time
for picnics beside streams dancing with dragonflies.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This photo was taken at Old Sturbridge Village this Spring, but the poem took much longer to surface. I contemplated peace in anticipation of the International Day of Peace (September 19). In the end, this poem was inspired by a Marge Piercy poem in The Woman in this Poem, Selected and Introduced by Georgia Heard, Rubicon Publishing, Inc, 2015.
Here, I found Marge Piercy reading her iconic poem, To Be of Use: