I took this bridge, to the other world.
It got me there OK. Ondelay and what
you say, I see things are never as they
have been before. This mirror has two
fronts before me; one beckons,
the other retreats.
But it's OK; I stayed in this land for that
separate place, things spilling down on
me - sunlight and dappled color. Like
Spring in the heart of a Winter, and
no one wearing a coat.