Rambling thoughts of one who aspires to be a poet but has thus far failed miserably
What a pretty bridge! I'm sorry you had to sit on it for such a long time, even if the wait produced such a nice little poem. I had to go look up what the kerfuffle is about & the Wikipedia told me right away: "Since launch, both the location of the bridge and the traffic management provisions in place have attracted criticism; with commentators noting that improvements could be made, and that traffic management restrictions that prevent certain turns onto the bridge, are designed to force drivers to use the East-Link Toll Bridge."
Hi Bug, hope you're well. Actually, the traffic congestion on the bridge, which can be considerable, wasn't what I had in mind when I wrote it, though its another interpretation and just as valid. Not sure if you're familiar with the Irish playwright Samuel Beckett, but his most famous work was a piece called Waiting for Godot, in which a couple of fellers just stand around and wait for the entire duration of the play. So I was trying to be ironic, but was probably being too smart for my own good!
What I like about Beckett is the humour and irony of his work as well as the despair. I like your playful approach - the choice of setting, the title, the repetition of 'waiting'. Nice rhythm and rhyming too.
Thanks Valerie. Coming from you, that's praise indeed...