I stopped in the middle of the bridge,
Four paces in. Suddenly frightened,
I stood looking around, down at the stream, up at the sky.
The air was soft, but the snow icy.
The path had narrowed to one boot-span wide.
A car passed by on the road behind me.
Then, for minutes,
No sound human-made marred the world.
For minutes, it was me, a marsh bird fretting,
The sussh- sussh of water hurrying along.
Me, alone in the world with a frisson of fear
Chilling my solar plexus.
The world shifted. I staggered, stumbled against the railing.
Bridge timbers shuddered and tree limbs shivered.
An extra breath swung the great ball too far over one way--
Past the axis point.
And as she swayed back to center, I stood, shocked, dismayed,
Scared. Moments later a car passed on the road and,
Shaking, I walked three paces to the end of the bridge,
And was left to wonder: Where is the epicenter ?