Bridge – A Tanka

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You reach out to me

Beckoning across water

Pleading with your eyes

To bridge the gap of anger

But fog hides the other side

This prompt was written for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #167 – Bridges.

This picture is from a trail I ran about two years ago with one of my good running friends, Nada. It was a new trail that she wanted to check out so we decided to be adventurous on one of our long runs.

The trail was somewhat remote and followed the Susquehanna River. It meandered through corn fields then lush trees. At one point, train tracks followed parallel to the path. The trail abruptly ended at a hunting camp in a small town (that explained the gun fire we also heard along the path). We ran a few miles in the quiet town then headed back.

The bridge was a surprise when we came out of the corn fields and rounded a corner. The path was right against the river and went under the bridge. It was a beautiful sight, emerging from the mist!

I love runs like this! Good company makes the miles fly by! Connecting with people – bridging gaps – is one of the wonderful things about running. You really get to know someone after 15+ miles running along side them.

Maybe next time I’m having an argument with someone, I’ll invite them for a run….

©️ iido 2019

28 thoughts on “Bridge – A Tanka”

  2. Mystical and beautiful Irma! I used to do a lot of running, but have switched gears now in my workouts. The rush and freedom I felt when I ran and the peace that it brought me I now get in my yoga practice. Every once in a while I still crave a good run, but after having problems with shin splints I had to cut back and refell in love with yoga all over again (and taking my daily walks at sunrise or sunset). 💖 🙂

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    • I love yoga too although I don’t get to do too much of it. I haven’t found a good practice here since most of them places here see it as exercise and forgo the spiritual and mental aspect. Shin splints are the worst! Glad you found the physical outlet that worked for you. ❤️

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    • It was down near Columbia – I’m forgetting the trail name now. I’ll ask Nada. It was pretty but isolated – or maybe it was just empty since we were running early and in winter! 😁

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  5. Lovely poem and memory. I see that you’ve seen my bridge that was the view from my grandmother’s place. By coincidence my other grandmother’s name was Nada. 🙂 Greetings to you and your friend, and I was you a happy year, more running or more blogging – as long as it makes you happy.

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  8. pure thoughts come out of good runs like these, glad you could really experience every small nuance of the area you ran in, and your poem says so much more about your life principles than just a descriptive narrative.

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