A Bridge Too Far

Water and fire, earth and air
We wander down the sodden trail
under the California pines
figuring the proper distance
between mothers and sons
wondering if we have gone
a bridge too far
when strange roads sound
under the fog in the valley
we turn at the waterfall.
Should we text them?
In amongst all this rain
we sit by the fire at the Westpoint Inn
and I think about you and I.
Have I gone a bridge too far?
My one belief is that we are responsible
for each other's freedom.
We all need
water and fire, earth and air