Two bridges

Convergence at a distance confuses 
The mind's eye, maybe even the eye
Plain and simple, although there is
Nothing simple [or plain] about it,
The eye is complex and complicated.
The bridges converging to the north
Merge and blend running at parallel
Tracks and turns, the shapes and the
Angles unique, distinctly different,
Each going its own way, whichever
Road it follows in a swoop or a semi
Circle, straight or narrow, there's a
Twist too, but you are too far away
And the converging roads confuse

Know it all

Which topics would you like to be more informed about?

I want to know it all, but who
Has the time to be that wise or
All-knowing. It may take effort
I can't expend; find too hard to
Do. I like sharing short bits of
Esoteric information I release 
Off a short leash to a surprised
Audience or one that's prepared
Perhaps better than I and with 
A deeper understanding. Whys
And wherefores escape me as 
I navigate a wealth of knowledge 
I don't truly own or possess, but
Just skirt around and touch upon.

Lesson learned

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Lessons deferred from life's great
Smorgasbord of thought, we feast
Off a table of ideas and philosophy,
Wondering what it is we should know.
Knowing what I know now that I did
Not know then. So hard to distinguish
Lessons learned from those deferred.
Wish I knew which is which, what is
What. Lesson learned. Is it too late?

Best days

Describe your ideal week.

A dip in the - not bragging- Olympic pool
Makes an ordinary day that much better.
Rinse and repeat. Walk in sunshine, cool.
Grab a tall, superb latte in a quiet corner.
As seven days pass, we can string them
Into a week. One idyll after t'other marks
Time passing slowly and quick, it's a gem
Every week the best in my memory lurks.