©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Under Winslow Bridge by Valette
He watched, aloof, as other men built bridges…
eschewed their trust in girders, planks and beams.
Foundations always cracked for him or crumbled.
(Proof nothing strong is ever as it seems.)
He peered from shadows, most of his own making,
cursed careless hearts that dared to let him down,
decried the better life he was forsaking,
and labeled bridges one more way to drown.
“If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” – Jodi Picoult
“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.” – Rudyard Kipling