Past the bend in the road, just in the small woodlands,
there was a bridge.
I saw the strong river flowing underneath.
It seemed to call to me: ‘Follow my stream’.
Sensing this freedom I stood, hesitating.
Then the road took me further.
There were many bends in the road and rivers to cross,
more woods that held me for a while.
On and on I went, following the road and dreaming of the river,
of the bridge linking the head and the heart.

Fred Geven