Is this how it came to be ?
First the floating bridge then the flying bridge
then the royal stone and steel, the beloved
Marie Valerie bridge –
gutted by war and warring retreat, collapsed
into the Danube to lie in rubble, in wait,
decade after decade caressed only by fish
and tide and still evenings like this one
when hopefuls gathered on opposite banks
in the different countries
of disparate governments.
And on those still evenings, tell me
did water carry the voices of the people
from one side to the other over and over,
messages domestic and indelible as sunlight ?
Is this how the heart of the bridge came to be ?