Like a Bridge

What need of bridges, when waters
Are not troubled. When clear and calm
They lie in invitation to walkers
Of oceans, seas of glass, smooth
Reflections of feet, cool as balm.
What need of bridges when fear
Is a friend to float with, truth
In her face, cupped by the fjord,
Whose ripples touch your arm
In gentle laughter. What need
Of bridges, when the white slopes
Know that your drowned heart breathes
In so many crossings over, hopes
Of births while grieving deaths.
What need of bridges, when wonder
Holds the two shores asunder.

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