Visiting The Bridges

Do we need the names of

things to recognize them?

Or is a shift in perspective

enough to bring them to

our attention unimpaired?

What proof is there 

that innocence or ease 

is required to make 

us notice what we have

never seen before?

Do we fill things in rather 

than allowing ourselves

to be surprised or are we

led by expectations that

shape and strengthen our 

world as we see it or wish

it to be, missing moments

of unanticipated joy and

the unforeseen rewards 

that come with openness? 

Should we learn to observe

skies and landscapes

with the awareness of a 

watercolourist or cram latin 

tags to obtain the hawk's 

eye of an ornithologist? -

Our youngest, beholder of  

a new world, christened 

my workplace after one 

of its architectural merits;

the pleasure of going 

there with him, sufficed

to fire the curiosity for 

each other's universe and

made me see bridges.