The train snails over the bridge, And abridged history flows in sheets there under. Lights from the opposite bank Try hard to swim across to this end. Reminding that night has aged Few strands shimmer here and there. That lone boatman on the river Breaks silence’s sway with his song. The reverberating ripples Gambol with the temple steps. As I dip my hands To snatch the intersection of tenses Time slips through my finger fins Leaving my cusp wet with experience.
