Dawn
and the threshold awaits
that crossing
all the preparation
and still the fear
The bridge awaits. The River, so placid today, indifferently reflects the rising arc of the joined stones. I shudder before the threshold. The bystanders at my back stand their ground. This is my journey, to commence with my first step upon the stones.
What will I find on the other side? What will any of us? The bridge awaits, but I can wait no more.
The first step falls.
still morning air
another slice of life
to devour
crossing the ultimate
threshold, at last
for Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 131ย #SynonymsOnly
and Poets’ United’s Midweek Motif ~ Bridge (posted by Sumana Roy)
Frank J. Tassone 
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