step in faith

hand 

over

hand

step       by step

crossing this wretched foot bridge

large          g ap  s                   loom

don't look down

down

down 

towards the scrabbling masses 

reaching  up 

up 

  up

to 

tear you from your perch

head up

hands on the rope

your feet walking in faith.

only then,

 will you reach 

your 

heart's 

desire.

Author's Note

When I was four or five, I watched my father walk across a rickety old foot bridge with missing slats across a huge ravine. This memory has been replaying itself in my head quite a lot of late and this is what came of it in my writing.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I hope this wasn't Nelson's Ledges! I was eight months pregnant with my second child and first daughter, entertaining his family from Germany. I and they tried to find another way around a tight squeeze; too tight for me. There was no bridge, but there was faith how I continued on, instead of turning back. Wonderful write!!

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love the occasional concrete poem, and there's a bit of irony here. Faith is an abstract concept, not really concrete (like the poem).

Nice work, Judy. This is inspiring.