When Meeting Of Two Bridges Poem by James McLain

Instinctively
even the child
knows
which one to take.
The child in you is it gone?
Where did it go?
How thick is fog to the blind?
Does it matter whats under
the bridge?
Which side do you cross over
to find it..From..
Does your memory flow on..
inside to where?
Which side did you leave it on?
Who built this bridge to why?
Hello: ..where are you standing
from on what?
When meeting of two bridges....
Talk to the middle.. is to ask of...
What rail do to..Would you lean on?