There once was a bridge called space <br />which spanned the lands of time and place; <br /> <br />below that bridge called space, flowed love <br />which joined the land of time <br />with the land of place; <br /> <br />as love flowed under <br />that bridge called space <br />that river flowed and joined and spread <br />plants grew, all species bred; <br /> <br />but as it fed and bred <br />its waters dried and left its bed <br />the bridge of space looked down below <br />at the missing flow, of love <br />and fell, crumbled back into the dust; <br /> <br />the land of place had no space <br />and time without a place <br />had nothing left to count <br />the universe of time, place and space <br />returned beyond to that which has no name <br />that from which it came.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bridge-called-space/
