Tiptoeing on A Rotten Bridge


On an attempt of tiptoeing on a rotten bridge in a misty valley

though it’s steel, it’s rotten

rotten by the age

rotten by the softly blowing wind

and rotten by the men passing by

they’re not tiptoedly running

they destructively running

with no rhythm


wonderfully and carefully tiptoeing

tiptoedly running

on a rotten bridge

with wild enough stream down there

will drag me right away once I fall down


I can hear its sound

gallantly roaring


and the feeling is much;

scared, amazed, worried, wondered,

confused, determined, and so on

come and go one by one

or two by two

or all together,

to reach the end of this bridge


and the end is peacefully hiding in the blanket of the graceful mist

and the trees are just black, darkgreen, lightgreen, and yellow spots

cheerfully scattered around the blanket


then I’ll keep on the attempt

to go on wonderfully and carefully tiptoeing

tiptoedly running

on this rotten steel bridge

with much feeling

with rhythm though unstable once and many

to reach its end

where the feeling

will be just one.


–August 27, 2010. At break time. 12.00 – 13.30 pm. GA’s office room. ADM HRD’s seat and computer. The light’s on triggered by the storm crashed my big brother. It’s my being totally discomfort toward the storm. Then I’m imagining that moving here is like tiptoeing on a rotten bridge…once I fall, I die! (lebay!) 😀


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