Saturday, November 21, 2009

Passage


Looking down the alley.

We build too many walls and not enough bridges.
~ Isaac Newton

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.
~ Jack Kerouac

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

bridges give more
eyes
so crossing them always
a dream
where eyes
grow on our hands
& toes, tolls
came later, once
bridges only
connected deepest
values: how we meet
half way
& marry

Petrea said...

I love this. I love the shapes and the shades of gray.

Katie said...

Interesting way to get between buildings. I like the portholes. Reminds me ever so slightly of all the glass skyways in Minneapolis.

Ms M said...

Anon, thank you for your poem -- and for meeting halfway :)

Thank you, Petrea! Good to have you stop by.

It is an interesting way to get between buildings, Katie, and I like the portholes, too. I've not been in the skyways in Minneapolis; I'll have to look them up.