I’ll cross the bridge when I get there
get where? I don’t know
will the trees be gold? will the clouds be pink? will the sky glow lavender?
I don’t really want to think
about all that
or whether the bridge is wood or metal
or cement or brick
or shiny or matt or thin or thick
I just want the wind to blow
not strong or weak but just right;
not gently, not a hurricane
but perfect to fly a kite









