A bridge to where,
around the gray-board bend?
A pond? A street? A gravel road?
The local Subway?
A bridge can lead to anywhere (or to nowhere in Alaska).
It can be big and beautiful and famous…
The Mackinaw Bridge leads from upper Michigan to lower Michigan,
and the Sydney Harbor Bridge leads travelers from the North Shore to the central business district of the city.
A bridge can be small and pedestrian,
like the one above, waiting for the dog-walkers and pedal pushers.
A bridge can carry a train or raise its levers to let the tall masts pass;
it can carry a verse to the chorus.
I walked across the bridge in the picture.
It led around the gray-board bend.
I found iron, water and light.
A bridge can be a moment in time, when one crosses over to a new job, a new home,
or a new adventure.
The bridge to a new adventure begins tonight.
When I said yes.
Yes to walking across the bridge and stepping away from a safe comfort zone.
Stepping into the muck and fun of theatre.
I signed up for dinner theatre,
acting a murder mystery in front of a bachelorette party.
Forty pairs of eyes staring me down.
What did I do?
What was I thinking,
when I walked around the gray-board bend?
Pray that I find the bridge to an excellent first-time performance,
or the bridge to the bar after the show.
The photo story was posted on May 3rd; however, I feel it appropriate for Photo Challenge submission. Simply replace “adventure” with “new beginning” and consider the action of stepping around the bend of the bridge into the latter.
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