Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.


Dear little bridge,

I like to watch the Seine, standing safely here. The waters, swirling, pushed by the boats and pulled by the currents. The waves, crashing onto the bank, only to recede back into the swell and come crashing again. The whole river, affected by individual events and internal forces, constantly changing yet ever the same.

And here I stand, safely in place, watching from a wider perspective, and I can appreciate the beauty of the dance. For a moment, I can stand apart from the individual events and internal forces of my own life, see it for the dance it is, and appreciate that beauty too.

What a lucky little bridge, to always have this perspective.