The Bridge

Let’s step towards vibrating dawn

from gloom to light, quivering delight;

stroll on a path, turn time around

- any backward glances drain our future.

 

Feel for a fall in every movement:

ends and means don’t  mean an end:

lust to act and drop every moment

into sunshine - away with shadow.

 

There He stands across a bridge

- sets no traps - so trip the trap,

reach for fingers, feel no edges;

smiling eyes and laugh out loud.