Beneath the Bridge

Leaf 101 – Reflections

 

We often talk of water passing under the bridge as a metaphor for the passing of time, either swift or slow. But if the bridge is a sufficiently old one, then there is probably a lot which can be plumbed in those dark depths under its arches, given the unnumerable generations which it has spanned and carried over the passing of centuries – keeping count like a metronome. 

 

 

Beneath the bridge

– shade

on still water.

 

This haiku was first published in still 5: three (2001).

Photographs by Tim Chamberlain