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A Poem: Weak Bridge Ahead


By dlindorff - Posted on 01 October 2011

Weak Bridge Ahead

 

By Gary Lindorff


Look at that sign.

 

Shall we take our chances?

 

I wonder how many people turn around here, you say.


You can’t always trust signs.

They might have fixed the bridge

And forgot to remove the sign. . .


That is very unlikely, you say.

Look for omens

Just to be on the safe side.

 

Like what?

 

A sudden gust of wind,

Funny looking cloud,

Bird reversing its direction,

Listen to the song that’s playing on the radio

For clues –

 

“Stop me on the corner. . .

but who am I to tell you

where it’s ‘sposed to go. . .”

 

Maybe all the bridges are weak

Around here.


Try everywhere, you say.

 

Visualize safe crossing.

 

You say you picture us driving into a breach!

How come we haven’t passed anybody 

going the other way?

 

Probably nothing to worry about.

We can’t let one measly sign

Turn us around.


The future is across that bridge, you say resignedly.

. . .But what if the future is behind us.


If we shy from crossing

We’re just driving scared

And maybe, as you say, there are no safe bridges anymore.

This may be a rare honest sign.

. . .And, you know, I feel as though I’ve

Been here before.

But I was younger then.

Not so desperate.


Now you’re with me, you say.

 

I want to get to a place

Where people care about each other.

 

And they tend gardens, you say,

And they know what it means

To wake up in the morning with a dream.


Lately I’ve noticed that all the new bridges

Cross to places where everything is brittle, or falling apart.


Including the bridges, you say.


That would be funny if

The weak bridge wasn’t coming into sight.


I gun it.



-- Gary Lindorff



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 GARY LINDORFF is an artist, musician, poet and counselor / dream-worker who practices shamanic techniques, and who lives in rural Vermont with his wife and two dogs. (He is also Dave's brother.) His website is BigDreamsWeb

Gary contributed this poem to ThisCantBeHappening!Look at that sign.

 

Shall we take our chances?

 

I wonder how many people turn around here, you say.


You can’t always trust signs.

They might have fixed the bridge

And forgot to remove the sign. . .


That is very unlikely, you say.

Look for omens

Just to be on the safe side.

 

Like what?

 

A sudden gust of wind,

Funny looking cloud,

Bird reversing its direction,

Listen to the song that’s playing on the radio

For clues –

 

“Stop me on the corner. . .

but who am I to tell you

where it’s ‘sposed to go. . .”

 

Maybe all the bridges are weak

Around here.


Try everywhere, you say.

 

Visualize safe crossing.

 

You say you picture us driving into a breach!

How come we haven’t passed anybody 

going the other way?

 

Probably nothing to worry about.

We can’t let one measly sign

Turn us around.


The future is across that bridge, you say resignedly.

. . .But what if the future is behind us.


If we shy from crossing

We’re just driving scared

And maybe, as you say, there are no safe bridges anymore.

This may be a rare honest sign.

. . .And, you know, I feel as though I’ve

Been here before.

But I was younger then.

Not so desperate.


Now you’re with me, you say.

 

I want to get to a place

Where people care about each other.

 

And they tend gardens, you say,

And they know what it means

To wake up in the morning with a dream.


Lately I’ve noticed that all the new bridges

Cross to places where everything is brittle, or falling apart.


Including the bridges, you say.


That would be funny if

The weak bridge wasn’t coming into sight.


I gun it.



-- Gary Lindorff



While you're at ThisCantBeHappening!, check out our exclusive on-the-scene coverage of Occupy Wall Street at www.thiscantbehappening.net



 GARY LINDORFF is an artist, musician, poet and counselor / dream-worker who practices shamanic techniques, and who lives in rural Vermont with his wife and two dogs. (He is also Dave's brother.) His website is BigDreamsWeb

Gary contributed this poem to ThisCantBeHappening!

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