We rarely get a choice as to what the bridge
in front of us will look like and
as soon as our eyes, our mind, see one thing,
it shapeshifts into another
always keeping us attentive or else we find
ourselves midway across and the bottom falls out
or the destination changes
and we find ourselves feeling inside out yet
still hiding the deepest parts of ourselves and it
does not make sense and it
does not have to and so we walk on,
we pay attention step by step by step until
we look up and realize
we got to the other side.
Maybe we were there all along.
