Bridges

for my physicist

in the dream
i am climbing the bridge
while singing
i'd rather be blue over you
feeling my way down
though i do not know
what awaits me there.

the walkway is crumbling
under my fingers,
the cement is too wet,
the balustrades have not set properly,
the foundation is sinking beneath us.

but i land safely
on my feet.

there is a crowd of people
applausing and cheering me on.

you are there, too,
and you are holding malaysian daisies
to wreath around my neck
where another tried to choke me
only three weeks before.

would you forgive me
my transgressions?

i am afraid that
you will.

June 8, 2006