Building Bridges

The bridge rises over the marsh,
rising and crossing
the disappearing into a nether land
you cannot see,
low lying sand or brush perhaps,
waiting for the tides
to rise or fall – you do not know which.
But still, you step on
and walk across, sure that others
have made this journey
before you, and found something
so wonderful
they built a bridge for other feet to follow.

About this poem

We only think we’re the only ones. Others have been there before us.

Tom