Bridges
I have been thinking
about the way
your hands used to grip mine.
That thing
(whatever science and religion call it)
that charges through this universe,
coursing through our palms,
bridging
the temples of our existence.
We have little left
of each other now,
but these bridges,
they will dream us on.
[9:12am, 24th March 2024,
Kurnool, India.]
