What Mirrors What

Keep the real or fictitious bridge stable 

as a parabola. To cross requires

structure that would mirror confidence 

of the brave one about to walk alone.

Chalk only modified by a speck 

of sun drying the bones of each 

imbued with illogical belief

in a god of goodness verging on 

plurality against the color snow slowly

accumulating in the one shared heart

as hypothetical as a heat chart 

illogically unprompted yet believed. 

Everywhere I look there are reasons

not to go to war, people about to 

walk together or alone across some line 

invisible or visible and shared.