Crossings
A river between us, each high on a ridge.
If we’re ever to meet, we must build a bridge.
But it’s hard to accomplish unless we take hand
to collect the cement, the gravel and sand.
So those of us tired of manual labors—
not given to chitchatting much with our neighbors—
can go on our blogs to find our own kind,
constructing bridges purely of mind.
Blogging is great to bring folks together
on separate continents, in any weather.
We can be lazy, me here and you there,
building our bridges with ease, through the air.
“Crossing” is the prompt for One Word Sunday.

Ah, virtual bridges. I like them. I’d feel uncomfortable on a bridge such as the one in your photo, especially if it were above a deep space. I’m not a great one for heights.
janet
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Actually, I’m not either. Vertigo is us.
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