the bridge
as i look out over it's edge
leaning into the mystic sloping hills
meeting place of majestic elements
memories collide with anticipation
ancestral voices fill me with
with
with what?
i stare with wonder
i look deep into the clouds
and again at my feet
so firmly planted
i know love
i see love
i am love
this bridge is not new
yet each time i venture
on it's rickety old boards
creaking and filled with stories
of many footsteps
the feelings return
becoming my friends
on this journey
i see our patterns in the stars
i hold them close to my heart
and from this bridge
this perilous bridge
i jump