A bridge is built 
to join two worlds. 
Solid before 
but needs repair. 

The cracks grow, 
the tread shakes 
no-one is here 
to see the fault. 

Senses directed 
into the world 
independant 
material cares 

One day a crash 
a fright 
a scare 
scuttling back 
to look inside 
and see neglect 

It takes time 
to repair 
the bridge 
is never finished 

The work 
is daily, 
hourly, 
by the second. 

Never too late 
to bridge the gap 
between the worlds. 

The rainbow glimmers ............................................