I am a bridge,
not one place or the other
not a destination or a goal.
I am the journey,
the vessel that allows a safe arrival.
I am the metal, bolts,screws, tired people.
My ribs are the cables,
holding it all together.
My legs are the platforms,
sturdy and unmoving.
My heart is the road,
traveled, driven, connecting, winding.
I am the adventure that brings you from one and brings forth another.
The lingering servant at chains, allowing others find where they are going.
The divided pathways of entering and leaving all at once.
In a good week, where all is equal
or on a stormy night where all are fleeing in one direction,
I will never go with them.
I cannot help it,
For I am a bridge,
not one place or the other