Chain Bridge Unchained Melody Kind of Prose Poem

This morning, the sun was rising as I was crossing the Chain Bridge. The sky was streaked in soft reds and the river reflected that gentle palette in its more mercurial way. Almost every morning for almost thirteen years I’ve stolen a glance in that direction. It’s a wild view of river and marshes and trees that stretches out beneath an eastern sky. I drink it in and then I ride towards my morning coffee. If that caffeine will wake the mind, then this outlook stirs the soul.

~Son Rivers 2007