Bridges connecting us
And bridges that take us away from each other

The water under the bridges,
The toll booths and the traffic on the bridges we drive

Bridges connecting the shores of the borders of cities
Into the countries and the continents to which they belong,
The bridges reaching out to connect the networks of highways
and take them along with all of their traffic
Up and over the expanses of chasms

Bridges to nowhere
Reaching and reaching
Across the skies,
Suspended in mid air

In the early morning light,
When the lights on the suspension cables are a constellation

And in the evening,
When the suspension cables seem to defy gravity

We drive up and over the bridges
And off the ramps
Going from one neighborhood to another neighborhood
On the other side of the bridge altogether

Bridges of possibilities,
And bridges that solve problems,
The bridging of differences
And the unabridged dictionaries

And the bridge builders,
Silently watching us crossing their bridges