We Are The Bridge
We are the bridge between
Flesh and words–wisdom and reality
The moon would become full
Without our prayers but not
Without our flesh which comes
And goes like the new moon
Does time pass in heaven
Like it does on earth
Where cities burn and
And we build museums
From the ashes and the dirt
To pass the time till the next
Tragedy sends its dead souls
To sing in celestial harmony
Curran Jeffery was born in Chicago in 1947, graduated in History from Illinois State and has spent a lifetime waiting tables and making poems in Chicago, New Mexico and San Diego. Retired, he greets the dawn every morning to make sure the sun keeps its promise…
Poetry & Art San Diego 