07/o?/20

we are built of bridges
crossing over
straddling to heal
or hold on to war
connecting both sides
dry canyon or river crevasses
ocean to island
child to maturity
and back again
reflection can be a whimsical mirror
deep or as wide as the eye can see
a bridge is always only as far as we can reach
connecting both sides
for a questionable passage

rds
the second