Captivated by bridges
connection previously
assumed impossible
A grandchild’s love
the loyalty of a dog
the kinship of writers
I watch life pass by
flash on sorrow, till
bridges restore peace.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
The gap widens –
the life I’d envisioned
washed away by current
reality – widening span.
I need a bridge –
expansive enough
to carry wishes,
to facilitate movement
of passing ideals,
allow for traffic flow.
Or a bridge to slow me down,
help me re-align, directing
me toward a new road,
encompassing change.
(Image from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest 