Snow's Writing for 2019, 2020, & Beyond

The Bridge

The Bridge

The bridge
standing between me and tomorrow,
waits for my finitude
of uncertainty
to dissolve
like snow
in spring's first rain.

I inhale the smoke
from yesterday's bridge
knowing
that there is no turning back,
still I hesitate--
not out of fear,
but something more primal.

I adjure myself to move forward,
to ignore
the desire to know--
of a certainty--
what the future holds.

Neither lessons
nor growth
come from foreknowledge,
rather they are the results
of walking in faith
towards
the inevitable conclusion
of life's journey.

Poet's Mote: ▼

Line Count: 27
Form: Free verse
Prompt: "Invalid Entry" 
Written for "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~"