The Bridge

Julie Lueders fineartamerica.com

Julie Lueders     fineartamerica.com

The forest is the bridge
between the mountain & the sea
Our journey is to one or the other
since in the end they are both the same
We forever emerge out of depths
we forever ascend into heights
only to return as the river

Above the treeline is scree
Below the treeline is the sand
This is the land without any cover
Here we can no longer walk together
We cross the borders of this life
as those who must crawl alone
past the edge of community

“This bridge will only take you halfway there.
The last few steps you have to take alone.” ~ Shel Silverstein

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Bridge

  1. bwcarey says:

    the journey of life, it’s what we do in the middle that lasts, amen

    Like

  2. some of us prefer to hide out in the forest

    Liked by 1 person

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