my feet are bare, and I walk the planks,
the worn grooves of us touching sole
to soul and spanning our arc of
want to need, but never quenching.
a redirect above, across, and beyond
the free flow of sea just beneath and
underfoot. I could live in salt, pack my
wounds with the sting. my feet are exposed,
and I walk the planks of this bridge to nowhere.
and in between–
Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 27 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today’s prompt was to write a bridge poem.
30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.
Love and Ink,