The River Walk, along the Blackwood River, Augusta. It crosses a tiny winter creek, and preserves its integrity from too much foot and bike wear.
We Need A Bridge
in someone’s mind,
there’s always a gap,
a troubled melange of uncertainty,
that slowly gnaws at the bone
And so a trickle of doubt
becomes a torrent,
becomes a flood,
and life becomes
complicated, dual, tiresome,
forever seeking what it will never find,
always looking in the wrong places.
Simply, the mind needs a bridge to the heart,
that there might then be a bridge
to the other.
©Paul Vincent Cannon