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
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Author Notes
This is another poem in a series of poems done in a free verse prose poetry style, in which the music and meaning of the poem revolve around one key word, in this case, 'Bridge'. That word 'bridge' takes us from one place to another place, across all kinds of boundaries and obstacles, connecting us and solving problems, and taking us away from each other. And we can't forget the bridge builders, the ideas in the first place.
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