Screaming into the Oblivion

Bridges

A bridge

Between a raging storm tearing through towns and villages

And quicksand

With no end

And no known destination to the other side

Some days I scream towards the storm and take a step towards its raging wings and anger

Others I look at the quicksand and wonder where the other side goes

Like Alice down the rabbit hole

But then

There's days like today

Where I sit in the direct center

The equilibrium

Eye of the storm

And think

Wondering which side you're on

Or if you're on your own bridge

Millions of miles away

And on days like today

I realize that's as close as it gets

And the quicksand isn't so deep

And the storm isn't so ravenous

And that this is our middle ground

Two bridges

Millions of miles away

With the same storm

And the same quicksand