camus found a shortcut

below the bloomfield bridge

a lot of the neighbors

refused to acknowledge this

they were satisfied to cling to the old ways

& their own narrow paths & visions

but there are open fields and tall grass

and a hidden pond i've been told

where the painters and weavers and sculptors

left their marks over the years

and where few even know about this

of course there are plenty of gray days

that hang over the steel superstructure

a legacy to hot metal plunder

but when you look closely

you can still see as camus saw

an earth that refuses all previous assumptions

caressed by a gentle hand of forgotten dreams

water to feed the most thirsty

a morning skylight with a wet brow

a forgotten trail to bring us home

--- e b bortz