Sakonnet River Bridge II — Meant to be TOLL-FREE Your phoenix leap begins from a berm, a parapet pressed from gravel and stone, bumped from the edge of the granite ledge of Tiverton – maintaining the highway continuity that keeps this east bay passage open, free.
You rise not from the old span’s ashes, but to replace the decrepit rusting hulk awaiting demolition and a shoddy trip to some waterside junkyard by nameless ship.
The new roadway now sits firm and fast on tubbed steel beams in seamless heft gripping the tops of concrete towers set shoulder to shoulder like triumphal arches, a colonnade of brawny twins marching down to cross the Sakonnet tide to Portsmouth on the other side.
Sculpture in this bridge is innate — Its soul — skilled core craftsmanship that keeps it whole, restrained aesthetics, not meant for us to see, annealed in its cement and steel like the binding threads of a Flemish tapestry.
John J. DaPonte