The worn boards

of the foot bridge welcome,

like a host with few guests,

my soles, though muddy

The rope is rough

beneath my soft palms

but soothes

my restless soul,

as the wind gently

rocks me.


I fear not.


Not this height,

not that unknown

place I am headed

in this now-so-natural



The water flowing

beneath me

is neither stagnant nor rushing

but the perfect speed

for drifting into dreams


and harmonizes with the wind

to create a soundscape

that invigorates

my heartbeat,


or is it the voice that comes

to my attention,

like a lover softly waking me–

his, just up ahead;

it so benevolently

lures me…



Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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