Bridges

Some stood on the ridge where I’m standing,
at a time when it was a place of dreaming
all the way to the other side of this river.

Some stood here receiving, reaching toward
not yet is.
Some prophesied bridges and found
Creation’s pulse.

Many have pondered the energizing, emerging
engineering that led to a midpoint suspended in midair.
Many have marveled at suspension of so much mass.

Many misunderstand bridges--think they begin
at the beginning.
Some understand bridges arise on the horizon,
extending from hope.

--Elissa Bishop-Becker

Thanks to Sona Manuelian for permission to use the photo of the George Washington Bridge. I envisioned it on the horizon of imagination and then found it on the web.

Posted by Elissa Bishop-Becker at February 3, 2005 1:43 PM | TrackBack