On Getting Under The Lumberville-Raven Rock Bridge

           We ambled up the river
            without a raft pulled from shore
            -no tube of tire or plastic kayak
            we ambled-half swam against a current
            felt on my chest, felt on my legs
            or doubled when I held you.
            And so I learned you can push on a river
           and so I learned the current beneath
           is as the air above – just less whimsical.
           And so we endeavered to be under that bridge
           where we have when on it so many times kissed.
           And so I kissed you under the bridge and in the river.
          Lightly I floated downstream to where we started.
          Center Bridge was half way away but it didn't matter,
          love and you and the river would do.
          We paid our respects to the Stockton Inn
          as a sign at the entrance claimed 1710.