The Bridge

A bridge to cross I ask myself
Do I dare step foot upon
Curved by design
It lures me in

A decision I fear to make
Yet why do I ponder so
Tis just a bridge
To walk across

Here I remain and look upon
Wooden floor and metal rail
What does it want
I ask myself

To carry me across the way
My life it threatens perhaps
Still I ponder
Then walk away

© 2017, Craig Lincoln. All rights reserved.
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Author Notes

A poem from a recent morning in the Japanese gardens in town.

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