Cross the Bridge

Still your life within and root it deep At the foot of the suspension bridge Hanging high on the river talking to air. The river would be utterly surprised Maybe it would flow underground or dry Because it doesn’t know what stillness is. The bridge would get a seismic shock Maybe it would collapse or grow wings Because it doesn’t know what root is. The wind would be thoroughly bewildered Maybe it would spin upward or blow wild Because it doesn’t know what stopping is. As they always do by the essence imbibed The river would flow with unending hope The bridge would hang with secured help The wind would waft with perpetual verve. It’s time you extract your life from time inert And make it surge as long as destiny wants When time comes to meet the only one waiting On the other side of the river let it cross the bridge. August 20, 2017