We crawl, we stretch, we reach, we climb;
We long to break the bonds of time —
And for connection, risk our hearts
In fun and games, in fits and starts
So many cars, so many roads,
As weather, time, and light corrodes;
We seek the bridge that takes us there:
We drive and drive,
But grasp
At air
I’m beginning to see your work ethic and how you write so much. i sometimes wish you could/would spend more time developing a poem-like this one- or maybe not. It’s very brevity and dangling end are part of its strength.