Bridging the Gap

when Spring River recedes we will break a ritual bread together the lover plans I would rather build a fence along the bank, the woman swears at the daybreak, she calls a fence-builder to have him build a fence between her farm and her lover’s field on Spring River say by fate or by will (or by divine intervention) the fence builder builds not a fence but a bridge over Spring River the lover thought, standing on the bridge: bone-deep sorrows can distill the soul they don’t kill, they harden and toughen and cleanse and heal the foul!