For water

We walk in the rain-filled night;

We see the city asleep;

We hear the splash of empty streets;

We drive, bewildered, through it all;

We pass familiar corners – wedges of birthday-cake;

I joke about stoplights;

You’re silent;

I feel clumsy and crass;

We speak about being, as

We course through the veins of this town;

I imbibe its good nature – its sensitive soul;

We exist, in the simple present;

We are.