A bridge to some,
where storybook stories happen,
invites all of us to span the time
between now
and what will become...
- not just fancifully
but actually possible
using our imagination.
A bridge to know
where special,
things happen along the way.
(Things just happen that way)
Friends and bridges like these
are made,
not by being
professional or politically correct,
not by relying on modern adhesives
or heavy machinery,
Not by waiting for bridge financing
or the banks narrowing
our vision
and trying to shrink our crazy stream
to something more fordable,
Not by assessing all the risk factors
and deciding it's too
expansive,
too unregulatory chanciful,
Not by imposing liability limits on our enthusiasm
and making our babbling creek
some sort of impassible raging chasm.
But by building on and over
the same
foundation of know
how and when-to
that we've always intuitively understood.
Learning how
and knowing when the time is
to make that creative connection,
And boldly bridge the gap.
And be only circumspect
in this respect
that we kindly ignore others who tell us
'It can't be done'.
And be only circumspect
in this respect
that we kindly ignore others who tell us
'It can't be done'.
