Human Marks on the Mudflats

When the tides go out

the mudflats reveal bits of history.

The random speckling of rocks

dancing around and among

a purposeful line of a man-made something.

More evidence of early dikes I presume.

A straight line heading for the meandering evidence of a stream.

Behind the dike we walk along

are remnants of a fence no longer important.

The marks left behind from a bridge of olden times.

Across the river the bridge foundations reappear

right next to the concrete upright of today's bridge.

Then the not so modern

and now unused

pylons of the old railway bridge.

All these marks left behind by us humans of yore

might be the beginnings of some work.

I wonder if I will witness much deterioration in this bridge

as the years go by.