Bridge to everywhere

 

I walk on a bridge of wood

Atop a thin purring creek

The sound, meditative

Makes me close my eyes

And I float effortlessly

To a hundred bridges

Over infinite days

Tiny Bridge to a school,

On a lonely peak

Massive cantilever bridge

En route to work

They boast a wide range

 

And somewhere, an invisible bridge

That stitches time

Leading me to exactly there, that day

Bridge of time, I sigh

If only someday,

We master space equally well

Every bridge will stand

As a portal that in space

The entire world glows

In a series of bridges

That let us hop through the fabric

Twinned by space and time

 

That day, when we realise

All of the streams are a dream

We will perhaps

No longer have need for bridges

We will traverse this dream

A countless times

Choosing to come and go at ease

Relishing omnipresence

And if a bridge appears,

We will still stay humble

Ignoring the singularity in the fabric of a dream