A to Z Poetry: Bridge to Nowhere

Mtirala Bridge, Ajara, Georgia





On a bridge to Nowhere
To see No One,
Who could be Any one,
Who has traveled,
Happy and safe,
Everywhere and somewhere.
Music leads him
From near to far
Across the bridge
to Nowhere.
The sky is full of light
Sparkling and clear.
The air is full of love,
Plenty and dear.
There, they sing and
dance and play,
Making up lines as they
Have plenty to say.
Past the bridge that
Leads to  Nowhere,
They live to the rhythm
Of bass, cymbals, and drums
And maybe
A horn or flute or two.
Feet stamp, hands clap
And hips sway
To the beat
Of the drum.
Who laughs, What sings
And Baby laughs with joy.
How do you do.
Welcome to Nowhere.

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