I am building a bridge
to close a gulf in the night,
rickety boards held up
by nothing more than my
steps
on them. When there is no light,
I must use
my other senses.
Feel me reach for you over
the
inky water. Let the breeze
of my fall
from the planet move
your hair. Walk with
me fearlessly.
Let our faces give the moon a
place
to reflect when she is disappearing.
But, as we know, she is never gone.
Oh, occupation!
Lifetime endeavor!
Join me as I travel the un-certitude
of the happy yes of loss brightly.
