Author As the Bridge
Dear writer, are you soaked in words?
Like a sea ready for the sun?
Completely transubstantiated with its inner nature
Ready to be a reflecting bridge to light?
Dear writer, have you acknowledge
The ecstasy that makes your life whole,
Walking hand in hand with honest years
With the cosmos in language
Your language, the one that stirs you
When your primary presumption
Is not simply sight, but vision
You know it quite well, the organic manifestation
Of soulful narrative, the core of
The voice of the characters you speak for
Dear writer, we are all bridges to something
Symbols of some poetic fancy
That reaches across years, pages, distances
To be directed to the storytelling
That is innate with history and identity
That we are not one person, but one people
And our experience is not simply our own
But the experience of all imagined things
All light-years of culture, species, planets.