I didn’t believe, Standing on the bank of a river Which was wide and swift, That I would cross that bridge Plaited from thin, fragile reeds Fastened with bast. I walked delicately as a butterfly And heavily as an elephant, I walked surely as a dancer And wavered as a blind man. I didn’t believe that I would cross that bridge, And now that I am standing on the other side, I don’t believe I crossed it.
The Bridge