My Heart Is Reaching Out For The Bridges Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

In the Lego world of too many building blocks
in the games and puzzles I have never been good at
in the world full of rivers too curved to look at
and of dazzling colours each created to shock

to blind the sights none reach for the folds
to blur the landscapes into non-existence
for my eyes to be shut in the last resistance
alien to their shades deaf to their calls

with the gates made of steel I cannot open my hands
and whatever's said when steps remove the streets
when I'm cobbled and stoned and stuck in concrete
will be my tribute to the memory of dead ends

it's for the bridges that my heart is reaching out
when, wingless, I am stood knee deep in doubt