What waits for us at the river bridge
the edge of town, where begins again
our usually safe but still unknown life?
Chill water moves silent and slow below.

Shall we cross over into the darkness
where there is no path, no sign, no one?
Looking back, we see the world we knew
fading as if folded into a dream we once had. 

We wonder whether there is a way beyond
the silver hills where pretty wildflowers grow 
and sweet green grasses of Spring flow?
How are we to know until we go?
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Portland, Oregon - February 14, 2022