Bridge Of Air

I walked out on a bridge of air

thinking I was still on level ground

and when I crossed to the other side

all of it came crashing down

I looked out on the winter sun

cold silver in the ghost of dawn

as if it would linger on and on

but when I saw what God had done

the banished aprils all had come

what could I say to anyone.

time cannot measure

nor grief assist

it isn't possible to live by wits

I reasoned in abiding mists

but faith explains why a bridge of air

seemed solid enough from Here to There

and I don't argue with this.

mary angela douglas 25 january 2022