The whole world is a narrow bridge but the main thing is not to be afraid.
—Rabbi Nachman of Breslov
What if that bridge were only
one vision
revealed in a dream
that doesn’t always serve us,
that isn’t always
so narrow?
Because this morning so much opened:
light, sound and surfaces,
pen, notebook, water glass
shivering its tides
as I reached for it,
my footfalls on solid floor,
my breath into poems and plans, each
an electrical impulse sparked out
as desire, a bridge
to you
