Qualm/Quandary Poem by Norman F. Santos

Glacial icicles heralding the season
Pangs sharply with the shuddering
Of icy sharpness, sepulchral sensation
That faints along with the listening.
The lithe bridge stretched, frost and lock
From where the street lights disappear,
I stood steady like a glacial rock
In obverse to your brewing fear.
I sense your warmth on the frozen floor
Ambivalent in crossing the bridge for
You’re blinded by the thick haze or
Your valor froze with the hushed clamor.
The bridge winds like a gyroscope
A complex road, a spinning wheel
Whirs sharply with shrouded hope
Steadfast and take the reel.
Whatever is not whoever’s will
Catch the flickering lights of amber
When the bridge burns in the winter chill
Or we’ll leave our post and seek to where
The point where we shall not betray
And the storm shall clear with apologetic sympathy
From where you are,
To where I’ll be.