I think I could do with a break!!

BORDER CROSSING


Between Intention and Accident
there's a long and winding road
that is often taken - though seldom chosen
- by which inevitably the twain shall meet.

That road is therefore a bridge,
the fast-flowing waters of Truth passing swiftly beneath.
Past lies downstream, future upstream;
so what is then a "done-deal" and what remains
yet an option
depends on which way you happen to face.

* * * *

Hostages from both countries meet in the middle.
And embrace.
They cast their bread upon the waters,
the drowning man clutching at straws;
the rational man knowing that excuse will not save him.

But between Intention and Accident, borders have been crossed
and emotions have been trafficked.
Midway, in No Man's Land,
refugees of the heart are camping out,
hopelessly repairing or tearing down walls...

On the bridge, though, there is still choice:
Forwards or backwards? Upstream or down?
But there also, midstream, the bridge is nothing more
than a sandbar lapped by imperious waves.
Remaining the same is not an option.

* * * *

So there is no chance of standing still,
no such thing as "middle ground".
We either expand or contract; compete or capitulate.
The status quo, the sandbar,
is a steadily disappearing foothold.

And the cities of Intention are being populated
by the victims of Accident:
When the sandbar finally disappears
we no longer have a choice.