Bridge of Glass
A walk in the crystal azure,
A looking-glass to the vast.
Aquatic life in a slow winding recorder,
Against a cinematic coral backdrop.

Sometimes I wonder,
how a bridge of glass
can remain intact underwater.

The revelation of an old sight, his wisdom echoes:
To be as calm as the currents,
To be like the lax Wailord that cruises
through untroubled waters;
a life without a ripple in the heart.

That is to live on a bridge of glass, connecting two cities through thick and thin.
A brittle beauty encased in a marine vista.