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