Make a Bridge


Make a Bridge



Make a bridge,

follow its framework,

fall      fall

off that bridge into

an ice-cold pond

where the underbelly is

readying for hibernation.


Be cold under that bridge,

remember who you are –

the maker and the one who fell.


It is good to paint

delirium and devotion

as one and the same.

It is good to arrive secret in your niche, never

letting anyone know you are there,

if you want to stay and not be up-seated.


Make a monster

to keep in your pocket

that you can caress or make squeal at will.

No one will hold you accountable as long

as it remains unspoken of, vaguely secret.

No one will ask you to make

another bridge – one will be enough.


In time, falling and freezing

miles below the surface

will be the milestone, the lasting legacy.



 © 2018 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018


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