How many ‘bridge’ moments have been a part of your life in the past seven days, I wonder?

How many times have you seen, or imagined, or dreamed of a something bright and light and beautiful ‘on the other side’ (of a river, or a headache, or a worry, or a passionately held vision for something, whatever) – and been glad of the provision it took to get you there?

I imagine that, if you’re anything like me, you may surprise yourself as you count up even your most recent ‘bridges’ – the means it took to bring you to a place you wanted to be, or to a decision, or to a good reconciliation, reflection, or resolution.

What will not surprise those who know me at all well is my assertion that, day after day, poetry (most often the creative vision of others) gifts me just such provision for my needs.