Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Bridges

Life is full of resting points
to sit, and laugh, and play
where hearts and lives come to a halt
and focus on today.

But rest, by definition
is a time between transition
where moving, growing, stretching
find a refuge from revision.

The rest of life we find ourselves
traveling on bridges
running, walking, crawling by
on alveolar ridges.

And yet too oft we find ourselves
content with our stagnation,
instead of pushing onward
finding growth in agitation.

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