HE LOOKED NO MORE FOR BRIDGES
Blind prejudice had influenced tongues
and stupefied his deepest soul
no bridge bestowed his liberty.
With thoughts entrapped by indolence
he feared to die an unwept death
In winters darkened waters.
And with the spring the melt began
and sunshine bathed displeasures source
as rivulets began to form.
And soon the troubled waters churned
the dark obstructions now unmade
his angers bruises swept away.
When summer fountains reached the sky
the crystal waters met his gaze,
he looked no more for bridges.