Liminal spaces

There are moments when we are talking
when a bridge opens up between us

and I almost step onto it-

I can feel the firm concrete and the relief
but I always back away

the waters are too choppy and
deep.
I'd drown and I am not good at
the forward crawl.

I am back stroking
through cloudy water and
clinging oil.

The bridge offers emulsion

but

I always step back,.