They tied the trees together and made mud fists
you could sleep between. On the weekends
they would burrow deep and doze
until the rain fled. Those who could would swim
across the gap.
When the tide was calm, they floated -
making knots in arthritic hands.
[tag word: BRIDGE - from Myles McLeod @brothersmcleod]
100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.