I took myself for a walk past a corner I had not turned before.
Ahead of me was a bridge. It was not a bridge too far away
Nor a bridge over troubled waters. It was just a bridge. It went
from one side of the river to the other yet I could not cross.
It was a rope suspension bridge.
It shook when you stepped on it. It swayed from side to side.
I stood back while other people passed across. An older man
With a border collie could not cross either. The dog
Would not move. I thought of the old saying, You cross
Your bridges when you come to them. Not always.