Bridges

Bridges

From one side to the other,
Spanning water and sand,
One side over to the other,
Instead of going 'round the long way
To get over there, and back here.

Concrete compiled, plied, then piled
Into the water's depths, till solid soil
Connects a strong foundation:
Span bridges, floating bridges,
Strong steel cables holding tight,
All technology's best try at might,
Holding life closer than human sight.
Dependability is dependable.

Some people require,
More than they know to desire,
In the lane of a fiery love.
Others take a slow boat to China,
On their path within urban shackled slavery.

If the bridge breaks, like
Humpty Dumpty, it all falls down--
Or even a portion of life.
Routine is disheveled, chaotic, misanthropic.
The parts and pieces
Don't match together anymore.

We don't wonder who
Will fix the people's bridge.
No Tinker-Toy construction.
Technology is dependable,
Society succent in its
Technological requirements.

The opposite of our bridge,
A fence I seek to build now.
Keeping your apples and my maples discreet.
I can no longer find the bridge
That before fired our passion together.

I know it's broken,
But you don't look to see.
Seeing only me, almost invisibly,
Like friendly waves on the sea,
Waving invisibly aloha, aloha.
You want, you see
Only what you require
In your love lane from me.

I'd build a fence if I could,
Knowing what I know now,
Some kind of barricade.
But it's enough to know
The bridge has been broken
By some random act of a loving God.

You only nod
In acknowledgment of my sound,
Oblivious to me and what I can see,
What's missing, but used to be
In our lack of shared passion.
The bridge has broken.