I’ve never crossed this bridge,
Nor rowed under its Roman arches.
It spans a river too shallow
To swim at this point—
At least that’s how it appears
From this window.
I’ve been here before,
This motel, quite close to the hospital.
It’s always an urgent visit,
Emergency room or a doctor’s
As he ages, crises are more frequent.
As I age, rallying to an SOS
Is slower and more fraught with risk
And requires the help of friends.
Someday we may not be able
To pull off this kind of assignation
Between aging lovers in different cities.
We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.