Learning about death:
Every low cable loosely tied to its midsection barely keeping the bridge suspended.
Learning about birth:
Every beginning gate of metal means a cold new start and end.
Learning about myself:
Every imperfection in the road, the rusting cables and twisting rusted metal.
Learning about my uncle:
Every hefty cement base, most forgotten about but most important piece.
The first time I crossed,
I wasn't alone;