Bridge oh Bridge

at the bottom of the whole mind,

I walk there sometimes,

with a sense of at ease

instilled in my spirit.

With old brown boots

and a ragged plaid shirt,

I am here uncovered and old.

A freckled nose pointed high,

above the mountains,

the world sinking below.

With me falling with the grass

to the center of it all

at the bottom of the whole mind.