Cantilevers

I am a cantilever.

Supported at one end by the grounded truth of the universe.

I am a pawn on a cornice chessboard.

There is another me, another cantilever.

It speaks of the self,

making me feel like a giant.

The two beams fuse,

forming a cantilever bridge.

The cars travelling over it make a declaration by honking their horns;

feeling like a giant is erroneous,

and every pawn is important.

—

Stephen Paul Wren