A Riddle

Two wooden gangways Jutting out onto the waters Identical in every way, and yet… Boats have long since ceased to come What once arrived every day No more the fisher’s poles and traps Come to reap the bountiful bay Yet there they are, rising still Above the water, bridging bounds Between the worlds of water and land Lapped by waters gentle sounds No difference between them can be discerned Solve this riddle young acolyte and you’ll become The bridge of all that was ever begun 20161021