The Bridge Creaks

When our visions cross
a wooden bridge
keeps closing the gap
between us

The lone bridge—
unseen by the entire world
yet it remains a world to us

Hidden in a rainforest
it waits for two pedestrians
to meet in the middle

The cooing of the cuckoo
echoes across
while the creek
flows underneath

The bridge creaks
under a gentle breeze
a path well paved
as it eagerly awaits