I’ll Meet You on a Snowy Bridge

micaela walley

Lift me up like the dead
branches tilt slivers of snow

toward the sky. Everything red
yellows, even the winter

berries made for this kind of cold.
Though your hand in mine

has never been a fashion
statement. Each grasp

a source of necessary heat
to stay alive. Grip my face

within the wool of your gloves
as we stand on the edge

of something new and slippery.
I won’t forget the water

that courses through its own
iced self. I won’t

let either of us


Micaela Walley is an MFA candidate at the University of Baltimore. Her work can be found in ENTROPY, Hobart, Huffpost, and Okay Donkey Magazine. She currently lives in Hanover, Maryland with her best friend–Chunky, the cat.