PERFECT BRIDGE

I have crossed the perfect bridge many times. If I didn’t look for the bridge, I’d be perpetually stuck in the face of a rut. Sometimes the bridge is easy to see when the way seems impassable. Other times, I have had to search, sometimes plead, to be shown the way. Curiously, the bridge is always the same one. It looks a bit different to me in every season, but the journey across has become increasingly inviting. It is also becoming increasingly easier to recognize. In this book of poems and Scr