The Epilogue Entries – No.2

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BRIDGES

∴

I had no boards
to build the bridge across.

I had no stones
to fill the chasm up between.

I had no song
to sing across the space
for the wind stole it
to express its own sorrow,
and my strings
were wound in stillness.

I had no wealth
to buy the ticket to cross.

I had no courage
with which to jump.

 

I had
and have only
words.

 

Little words
that together,
assemble their simple prayers –

love

l

e

t

t

e

r

s

beaded
on a string

 

– so slow in coming,
and dropping like echoes
from the beaks of birds
as they pass you
overhead.

 

The distance is great between us
but the gaze never ceases
and small, smiling words
are still sent
to the outer-reaches:

can you hear,

can you hear,

can you hear?

∴

 

 

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