Make a Bridge
Make a bridge,
follow its framework,
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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