Nowhere

The bridge to nowhere towers
Spans my window and the Columbia
Tessellations of steel triangles
Support lonely headlights flying south
From a silhouetted shore

Meanwhile giant steel barges hoof silent
Below this gate to nowhere
Ferrying boxes from shores more distant yet

And in the east rises a purple sun
Returning from some other shore
Beyond overcast evening twilight
Spilling sunrise over nowhere

-T. Weeks
(A response “Excelsior”)