The Username Story

Between the Creases
Diane Ackerman

Each day I shape and fold
an origami bridge
and set it on the table
between us in space.

Only a few heartbeats wide,
it invites one to cross,
offering no escape
but views to infinity
and the illusion of falling
before one gains
entrance to the other's shore.

A strength made
from many weaknesses,
it will hold
the weight of our words
and span the furious
churnings of the river
lunging fitfully beneath.

Or lead you to a tundra
where I live in tents,
need more belongings,
but manage somehow by hand
to make origami bridges
and idols out of sand.