The
Bridge We
Travel
A. Lyn Van Ingen
The bridge we travel together,
Spans the earth throughout.
Invisible to the eye,
Not felt beneath our feet.
No perceivable beginning,
Nor is there any end.
It does not lead to just one place,
There are many routes to take.
We walk the bridge together,
Yet, at totally different times.
I may be in tomorrow,
While you're still in today.
You may be in darkness,
While I've the brightest sun.
Your season may be springtime,
While I've the coldest winter day.
And somehow it seems fitting,
That we've never really met.
You see this nonexistent bridge,
Is called the internet.
Where time and distance have no meaning.
And those who were once strangers,
Can become your life-long friends,
Even though they're half a world away.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone,
and that's where
you renew your springs that never dry up.
