The Akbar Bridge

The Akbar Bridge must know

of love and tryst,

of blinding and blindness

of union so common 

and yet believed to be 

of a singularity beyond words;

I did not talk with Akbar Bridge:

it just stood as it always did

in its historic specificity 

and logic of being:

so she could float like a whisper

and a fragrance

through sunlight and forbidding

for embrace and dissolve.