Old Dogs

THE BRIDGE


voices
in the east
called to me
my transgressions
would be forgiven
renounce the fantasy
and come home again
everything would be
as it was

I belonged
there
where my reality was born
where my people toiled
where my destiny
lay waiting

I turned
toward the voices
but they were gone
and I was
once again
alone

voices
in the west
called to me
all my wishes
would be fulfilled
renounce the past
and embrace my desires
the future was limitless
among the free

I belonged
there
where my dreams were born
where my people danced
where my destiny
lay waiting

I turned
toward the voices
but they were gone
and I was
once again
alone

I looked
below
at the suspended structure
so tenuously
supporting me

vague reflections
of either bank
tormented and haunted me
taunting me with promise
and fastening me firmly
to this span
of detachment

a decision must be made
back to the east
ahead to the west
or remain forever rooted
in this world
of in-between

I peered
over the railing
no voices called
from down below
no primal memories
provided a clue
to its promise

I stepped
back
from the edge
and vowed
to determine
a direction

tomorrow