Just at dawn, across the Highland Bridge I go.
Gone from view is the mighty Allegheny,
Kidnapped without a trace,
And I, invisible in fog dense and eerie,
Feel anonymous and somehow merry,
Now and then,
Droplets from the mist break free,
And like gentle Irish rain,
Stain my many-pocketed vest.
I lift my face to their caress.
Then at first dimly I begin to see
Approaching auto lights
From farther off than previously.
The river below has returned to view.
Bridge signs are visible anew.
With decorum, anonymity gone,
I walk on.