POEM NO. 4

THE BRIDGE

We are building bridges that were broken
over rivers that we filled with wild waters –
don’t look down.

We are pushing for the future
while trying to avoid, avoid the past –
don’t look back.

We have forgiven but not forgotten
we do not have the means or the words to say
we’re “sorry” or “you were wrong” –
don’t speak now.

The bridge is fragile, fragile, fragile
but strong enough to hold
we can reach the other side
if only we let go



Tiptoe, tiptoe.

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