There is a restaurant upon the bridge
which is very prestigious
but you have no reservation.
You simply see
beyond a golden twine rope
two aisles of lovely seats
beholding this beauteous bounty of clouds
and ant-like shapes
staring up at this divine connection
from here to there.

You do not know
if you have what it takes for entry
so you prepare
as best you can
donning your finest heels
your brightest jewels
curling your hair to within an inch of its life.
You become refinement and poise.
You are the best to be seen
and you gain entry with ease

and you stride through the gates of the bridge
to the restaurant
at the top of the world
and you stroll through it
straight to the other side
going where you meant to be all along.