The Bridge, a poem

Standing.

There on that path which leads away.

Only on this could the other be seen.

This way; that way…

The paths might meet, but it’s only illusion.

For as the bird flies you might see the cross,

But as the slug crawls, these two never coalesce.

Crawl,

                Crawl,

                                Crawl.

But always return.

By standing where they never meet,

One might see.

What is,

                What could,

                                What will never be.

Paradox.

The thing most needed,

The thing never got.

The thing most wanted,

The thing wanted not.

Good with cost,

                The intersection without cross,

                                Standing,

Standing,

Standing! Forever he waits!

Never willing to give up all he knows

that he might gain all he hopes.

                                                                Standing,

                                                Standing,

                                Standing,

                Standing,

Standing,

Looking,

Longing,

Wanting,

Walking,

Leaving.