(Hanapepe swinging bridge, Kauai)

It vanished, this 1911 bridge,
hurricane’d right off
its supports in 1992,

rebuilt, then smashed by
a tree propelled by the storm-
swollen river in 2019.

But if you stand on it
today, the only vanishing
thing about it is the point

where all the bridge’s
parallel lines seem to
converge at a single point,

as in paintings that seem
as if you could stride into
them, as if on the other

side of the bridge wait
the unvanished, still
embodied, smiling

as you walk across,
ready to fall into their
welcoming embrace.