"The Bridge" by Abigail Abdi

There are snowflakes in the sky. 

They fall lightly to the ground and melt when touched. 

We reach out to them from where we stand on death’s bridge

They dot the night sky

We do not question it

It is snowing. 

Even though it’s not cold enough

Light is an unknown explosion in the distance

Beyond the trees

We see it, but it is dark and we feel safe

Because we are not there. We are here

Watching the snow fall. 

With the moon watching over us

The burning yellow light and each other.