i keep building bridges
that crumble beneath my feet
their foundations so beguiling
its first planks laid each time with buoyant possibility
and slapdashedly cemented with surging passion
yet with the slightest of tremors i hear the cracks
i cannot toil alone and yet that is what i find.
at last defeated
leaping haphazardly to my taken-for-granted land
casting wayward glances at the place we’ll never reach
i envy those who have met in the middle
and have found the power to walk on water
hand in hand.