I Came to a Bridge While Out Walking
In the midst and turmoil of daily life where do we cross to find ourself?
A Bridge to Our Self Once Taken — a free verse poem
I came across a bridge and lingered before crossing
Stone and mosaic moss, it slept before me
Paths worn and tired, it tempted untold souls
Arched to perfection, its completeness concealed a blessed cruelty.
The stone bridge echoes of departure and arrival
It spans time like a mirror of thought
Reaching across from expectation and desire
It touches down in uncertainty, battles yet to be fought.
It urges us to abandon safety and the known,
It spurns our past, dismissively casting it asunder.
It chides us to challenge fear and innovation,
It embraces the future, heralding unknown wonder.
Stretched across time the stone arch holds out its hand
Without judgement it lures in an innocent beckoning.
Can I face truth and cross time to see myself?
Like Narcissus are my reflected dreams my true reckoning?
