the bridge

If I could right at this moment
a bridge for myself build

It would find its origin at my feet
and stretch out far behind me
from where it is that I have ventured
and span on ahead of me
to where someday surely I shall go

This bridge would not be one of
great design or craft
but a sturdy log
to reach just far enough

And on that bridge I'd run,
Run
Run
Run

Run Back for a reminder

Run Ahead to catch a glimpse

And then back to where I was just now
where both ends of this bridge shall meet

(Written March 13, 2006)